The Prince

IMG20190120120231He stood by the river, in pale moonlight;

Gazing ahead, into the woods, shadowed by the night.

Unaware, of everything, everything but the rose;

That grew silently, each petal striking an elegant pose.

Was it a puzzle? Was it a clue? Or was it, finally, a dream coming true?

So rich in red, what could it mean?

Unanswered till….

The moon revealed his queen.

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