The Hawk with the Rose

Six o' clock and all was well

But from the sky, the sun fell

Wheels spun on rolling feet

Echoing the deathly beat

In all their glory they didn't see

Everything she was to me

No horn, no scream, just the crack of glass

And one small car going way too fast

The breaks screeched as he hit my friend

And in that moment, it was the end

Of laughter and smiles and a hug we use to share

Only death lingered in the air

It was too late, yet she was so close

But no matter what, I'll remember the hawk with the rose

The hawk, showing strength in her last breath

And the mercy of receiving an instant death

And finally the rose representing pure beauty from within

And the last flower of a regretted sin

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