The Prisoner

You’re locked away in prison bars,

Unlikely hidden inmate.

A blood-red jailbird, one who stars

In this plotted twist of fate.

How strange that you should choose to bloom

Despite the cold frames of steel;

Sealed away in embittered tomb,

Your scars have no chance to heal.

Yet there you are, beautiful rose,

Choosing to offer the world

The grace of your magnificence,

The charm of  beauty unfurled.

O, to be a red, red rose bud,

Giving her all in her cell;

Knowing that when her time is served,

She has lived her one life well…