My little rose was wailing
Her soul and body ailing
“Can someone help me please
My pain and anguish ease?”
A sorcerer was lurking by
To catch a lost soul’s cry
To weave his ancient charm
A feeble reason to disarm
My little rose then took a gulp
Drank the potion from his cup
And her sweetest little heart
From me did instantly depart
Night and day I groaned
Day and night I moaned
Then a whisper from within
Urged me never to give in
So now I live from day to day
Hoping for my rose to say
“My drifting boat has come ashore
Let the darkness be no more.”
© irina dimitric 2013
Kintsugi Poets Society 