The Red Ashen Rose

about a friend who recently passed away, and the scene at her funeral.

A beautiful girl with flaming red hair lies in the casket

She bled to death from an impaled hand

Her remaining hand holds a red rose against her heart

Languid fog rises around her grave after the burial

Iridescence fails as the congregation walks away in the rain

Reviews

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Aw, Ashli. I still miss her! Good poem about the funeral, wait, that's where I met you!

[<3 Simply Rebekah <3]

I'm sorry about Ashli,
I wish I could have gotten to know her,
this poem makes me sad...
but it's well writen,
you described it very well,
(I'm sorry about her death)...