Dark mahogany reflects what you don't see, when I see what sits in front of me.

The place you were kept couldn't hold much light

Made to keep most out of your sight

So it was the darkness you came to love

Never wondering about the looming light above.

As you shed each hide dark as an ebony night,

You grew either fearful or oblivious to the lingering light.

It's story, a beauty you were never told.

How the light once gave life to a now withering rose

From the sodden rock where it once grew

Somewhere it lingers in the dark with you. 

To hide its face out of plain sight

To continue to wither away from light

It began to grow a darkness that would unfold

Amongst the living to strangle and take hold.

What life was took became the withered rose kin

to wither the same and birth darkness again. 

What sits in front of me was once a beauty to behold.

What a shame it became another withered rose.