The Rose

Regard the once-majestic rose
Her vibrant red is brown
Her crown of petals dry and drop
Her royal head bows down

A withered weed, an ugly sprout
Such is this queen deposed
Nobody now remembers then
This creature, once a rose

Prized for beauty, prized for love
She once kept head held high
A monarch who is now brought low
She stands, so brittle and dry

Oh, poor, poor queen who stands alone
We see once-royal grace
The flower once a red, red rose
Now fallen, in disgrace