Rose Poem by helena masiello

Once I was told to look at a rose
and tell a story that everyone knows
and never did pain yet cross my mind
for darkness and gloom was far far behind
but later that year the question came by
and i looked at that rose and started to cry
for darkness had come and taken the gloom
know longer was light but a steadying doom
and people have given a rose a name
when in truth it is the beholden's flame
for rose is a symbol dwelled on at times
when worlds either fall or steadily climb