The Last To Rise, And The First To Fall

It started with a virgin red rose,
in the beginning of spring.

It bloomed in late spring,
after every other red rose hath dawned it's peddles.

This late red rose adorned blood red peddles.

It weathered through the fire of summer,
the wetness of autumn,
and the coolness of fall.

When the poor blood red rose met the bitter cold bite of winter,
it began fading.

From blood,
to bright red,
to pink,
to gray,
and finally to black.

A Black so dark,
it would scare the Devil.

The poor virgin rose began to loose it's black peddles.

Day by day,
more fell,
until that final day when nothing was left but the very center,
the center was a blood red, that would make a vampire cringe.

The heart of the rose,
sitting upon the stem,
fall to the unforgiving snow covered ground.

While all other roses,
could hold their own to the snow.