Rose

The red rose,
Was beautiful to look at,
But no one could touch that rose,
If they ever touched it,
They would have a spell cast on them,
The black rose was different,
You could touch that rose,
It wouldn't cast a spell,
It would keep you safe,
The red and black roses played a different part,
The red rose was pretty in it's own way,
But you couldn't touch it,
The black rose was even prettier than the red,
But you could touch it,
Then sprouted out a blue rose,
It was only okay,
But that rose was like the red,
But a good spell would be cast upon you,
So you could touch it if you wanted,
You would have the best spell ever,
The red rose,
The black rose,
Now the blue rose,
Then a pink rose sprouted out,
It was pretty,
It was more beautiful than the red and black rose,
The pink rose would sparkle,
It had good luck,
It was a great pick,
You would be happier than with the blue rose,
The red rose,
The black rose,
The blue rose,
Now the pink,
Nothing could compare to the pink,
But the favorite roses were the black and pink,
Blue and red were the least favorite of the people,
No one ever wanted to plant a yellow or orange rose,
The only reason was that they would cause death,
The roses were beautiful,
But all had different powers.

Author's Note

I was listening to a song called rose, but it had nothing to do with what I explained in this. It was a song from the show Nana and it was in Japanese. I hope you liked it.

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[deeps]

The red rose,
The black rose,
Now the blue rose,
Then a pink rose sprouted out,
It was pretty,

love this part ^_^ this is a well expressed write...I love the detail and imagery. I like it alot.