My Rose in the Battlefield

This world of vivid colors, painted by the way I feel,

While chasing my butterfly, I roam through the lows and highs,

My little rose on the hill, an omen of a sun to reveal,

Countless lucid prospects lie beneath its gleaming skies.

My flower found trampled, a harsh curse laid on barren land,

Within the heart's dominion dark shadows start to beam,

A robust reason for the mind to place a coup in command,

To free nonviable desires seized like expected dreams.

I was blind to hidden truth behind the stunning scene,

While heavy clouds of thinking washed the false hues away,

I begged the shadows to yield and let the light intervene,

To save my precious flower with just one hopeful ray.

I lay down on the battlefield, tears lost in the rain of gloom,

Between my heart and mind, held petals of my dying bloom.