Rose Poem No. 1

The wind's growing cold
 as the night passes on
The moon has hidden its grace
 from me
 behind the mask of the clouds
I'm alone
 left only with the rustling trees
and the howl of a wolf
 in the distance
Abandoned
 from everything I believed in,
like an Avatar
 stranded from the comfort of his god
Tears of scarlet mark my soul,
 wounded from the lost loves
 of a thousand lifetimes -
Battles that were lost
 from the mistake of an impulse
Blood flows fresh from my hand -
 a once pure rose cries out
 to its captor
But I have forgotten why
 I loved you
And its scream falls
 on deafened ears...