What a beauty rose was, a simple girl whose life has been snatched before her eyes.
Her eyes were like the mountains, skin olive as the wine poured in a champagne glass.
Her body dreaded tremendously as her killer dragged her body; down an alley.
Rose was killed of her beauty, an innocent life, taken as she tries to grasp for life.
Her death cries for help, no one couldn\'t hear; a desperate man wanted her womanhood, may have won his right, but taken a flower from its root too soon.
-the end