Through dark forests, <br />And dangerous swamps, <br />I came upon a rose. <br /> <br />Perfect in every way, <br />Not a blemish on those dark black petals, <br />Not a thorn out of place, <br />Not a single leaf bent. <br /> <br />A trickle of red comes from the petals, <br />Blood, <br />The rose is bleeding, <br />And so is my heart, <br />As I look in the dark eyes of the dragon. <br /> <br />Big and slender, <br />Magnificent yet terrifying, <br />Black dragon, <br />So beautiful, <br />What would harm this dragon? <br /> <br />I kneel down and cry, <br />But I don’t cry normal tears, <br />These are tears of healing, <br />He rises to full height. <br /> <br />He said to take the rose, <br />I take the rose like the dragon wanted, <br />Such a rush I was in, <br />I never saw the archer, <br />The end was slow. <br /> <br />I still held the rose, <br />As I lay in a pool of blood, <br />The dragon tells me to wish, <br />I listened to him. <br /> <br />As I make the wish I can feel my wound healing, <br />My skin grows hard and leathery wings grow, <br />My wish was to be a dragon. <br /> <br />I pick one more rose, <br />A rose for him, <br />The dragon I saved, <br />The dragon that I love <br />The dragon that loves me. <br /> <br />Even as we fly to the garden of roses, <br />We remember the first rose, <br />The rose that saved me, <br />The rose that soaked in my blood. <br /> <br />Where we go now is too a place, <br />A place as dark as the night of her death, <br />The death of Lady Katrina, <br />The woman I used to be. <br /> <br />Now, all I am is a dragon, <br />As black as the one I love, <br />My name is the name I was born with, <br />The name Nephora, <br />And he is my love, <br />My love named, <br />Mokar.<br /><br />Nicolette Gonzalez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-bleeding-rose-and-the-black-dragons-love/
