A single rose
Petals wilting, near annihilation
Whispering into the shadows
Still daring to hope

A dead breeze
Silent on the air of darkness
Comes to rest
Sheltering a poor lost soul

A spark of color
From the depths of the night
And a breath of hope
Intertwine in the early dawn

A new sun
Starts to rise
Only to be engulfed once more
By the bowels of hate and despair

A glint of promise
Sparkles far-off in the distance
Calling to its embrace
A dying rose and a silent breeze