Dead Rose

You lie there

oblivious to the unhallowed night

that touches you, 

the shadows across your skin

like bruises from a callous hand

Colours fading,

your dying beauty 

lures the wind 

to brush the petals from your face,

swirls the leaves around 

your space as you lie,

so quiet,

offering no response,

breathing no quickened breath to

the pursuasion of seduction

Your nonchalance

drives the breeze to frenzy,

the fury of a spurned lover

tears you apart,

petal by petal,

leaf by leaf,

until you are no more,

just a dead rose spent on the 

shores of unrequited love.