Creative Writing

Homage to the Rose
Tender fingers rub her aching chest
Shaking as she stared through her glass confinement
Salty splatters drip on her lap
As she waited for a figure to appear on the horizon

Lands battle out with guns and planes
Strength fails even the might of lions
A certain one flew towards the heavens
Then dissipated like evanescence

Little deaths may mean nothing more
Compared to the one you hold dear
But the stars and planets will carry him back to you
And your cage will no longer appear

                                                                         - Hannah Leanda