On the hilltop where I once stood,
has grown a bed of roses.
The thorns are big,
the roses red
and yet I don\'t understand.
How can they grow there?
Why are they so red?
I thought and thought again.
I walked up the hill and to my surprise,
They had grown on the valley below.
I look to the distance
And noticed a great wave
The world was becoming dark.
But yet I just stood there
Not daring to move
As it took over beneath me.
I could not turn,
I could not run ,
Just sit there and stair at my fate.
It swooped down the valley
and covered the roses,
nothing but a blackland remained.
The roses were dead,
The thorns were no more,
Smuthered in ashes so black.
