White Rose of Purity

White rose,

White rose,

White rose of purity.

Exile fogged perplexity of uncertainty.

Will I be mighty?       Or will I show weakness?

Swilling goblet of fate, not to spill a drop.

Show me sunshine, not of bleakness.

Make me powerful,

not sorrowful.

I beg you white rose,

I ask too much, but that does not make me awful.

To what perilous, treacherous endeavors must I venture

for a chance at a wish, a boon, treasure of my adventure?

Spill your secrets, all your pleasures!    

Make me perfect, live forever!

Black rose,

Black rose,

Black rose, of impurity.

Why did you play such a ruse on me, why did you have to murder me?

For perfection is the affection for fools.

Un-useful tools those who un-knowingly seek an erection of monumental defection.

All are perfect, and with flaws.

Not in a rose but in yourself you must trust.

That in our souls we find the best of us.