A Humans Tale

As the mind runs into the field,
Admiration Expresses what's real.
Thus leaving self astray.
Thus scaring hope away.

In between the Rose and the Champions.
Speculating what eyes can't truly see.

The Rose,
precious to the assembly.
While the Champions wait and see.

The Champions erupt from esteem.
The Rose forever in a dream.
Emitting wholesome truth.
Emitting wholesomely YOU.


Then the vagrant comes to see.
Eyes tired from heartache,
Self inflicted, little rose.
The Vagrant came to be.

Journey into the heart of the rose.
An Armory of psychological instability.
The Vagrant just starting to apply and see.

The Champions are intimidating to all opposition, Yet do their most troublesome work to the soul of the rose.
Behind the scenes.
Safe and clean.
The Rose dreams while awake about nightmares that the Vagrant wants to take.

The Champions stand tall,
As the Rose fades.
The Rose holding up as much as it can,
While the assembly plays a game.
A game where the pedals are a prize that the Vagrant will never see.

The Vagrant is looking for whole.
Piece after piece and The Rose will be no more, as the last pedal will be released on the Roses terms.

The assembly is just a game.
The Rose just another play toy.
Champions stand Tall
Until they meet the Soulless.
The Soulless who help make and break this precious little Rose.
Just a game to the wretched.
The Vagrant clearly sees.

If the Vagrant fails he maybe the next husk to join the team.