Sonnet For The Roses' Scent

The rose's scent for the Royal Highness Looks like red for some Yorks running away Forever to live in their white blindness. The throne was lost just in the spring, in May. In contrast, Queen Elizabeth had bent All strange enmity, while needing to cry. Don't touch the name and the white rose's scent. Don't mix the scent of any open lie. The indifference as the hatred twists The power of a queen into a pawn, But the beauty of the roses still exists, When we search for them early in the dawn. The cruelty of any slick black heart Blames the roses and the ideas of art. Poem by Marieta Maglas