A Thorned Knight

A rose by a graveside
a lament to all who passed by
Its scent
of old summer gone skies
all rich
resplendant
and naturally high ,
It stands
defendant
petal lids
a sentry
to a pollen eye ,
thorn bodied
till the day it dies
the rose a guardian  
in floral disguise
the thorned warrior
by your graveside ,
a carrier to the other side
the lioness that jumps the barrier
to protect her pride
theres no tongue
so theres no lies .

The orbicular , battered stone of white
shows its face to the roses plight .
Angellical gangways
a cellestial new wave ,
a salutational
gateway ,
rosebud studded
with a lunar DJ
all dead stars
are rocking from a spent heyday
the thorned knight
is ready to pave the way .