Canary Rose

Even the purest can fall

Feathers ablaze with the colors of day

Reds, oranges, and yellows where her colors lay

For no pain does the golden bird bear

Only her love for all to share

There she flies high above the Earth

The mere sight of her fills you with mirth

The Canary, Queen of Air

The songbird, a symbol of care. 

 

One day upon the ground

There was a red Rose that she found

The Rose, her heart jealous and bitter

Made her thorns full of hate and litter

Jealousy the cause of all her pain

Her hate for the Canary makes her petals blood-stain.

Poor bird doesn't see the thorn

The blood a mortal red, but the Rose doesn't mourn

The Rose's thorn the Canary's bone

Pierced her heart and made it stone

Pain and hate her blood turns fire

Down and Down she falls from spire

She descends farther and farther into the cold

Down and down her moral stole

Darker and darker, her blood is now froze

Falling from grace she is the Canary Rose.