The scarlet rose,

Sitting alone in an empty vase.

Silhouetted against the black backdrop.

The crimson in each petal,

Contrasts with the darkness behind.

Fighting hard against the void.

The shadows, still and lifeless,

Attempt to devour the vibrant flames of color.

Slowly winning each passing day.

The brilliant shade fading.

Draining away like blood.

Becoming a deep shade of brown.

The scarlet rose,

Alone in all its glory.

Slowly withers into the nothing.