It Grows

[D3stiny_Sm4sher]

It Grows

The Black Rose grows.
It grows straight.
It will not wait,
And it shows.

Wilted petals.
Dagger thorns.
No water will it take.
No halo, no horns,
Only its soil, its soul,
Burned ash, Black.

The blue, bright sun
Gives it light.
The gray rains come
And give it much fright.

Yet from the same ash comes
Another flower,
A different tower,
Its Red petals shine.

The Red and the Black,
Their roots both trace back
Down to the same source:
Remorse.

Petals of pride
Will wither and die.
Then we'll begin
Clipping thorns of sin.
And at last, maybe then
Will the Roses take water
Within.

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I wrote this poem for my sequential story, "What I Learned at SRU."The poem is written by Mai within the story and is meant to reflect on Zuko and Azula, their differences, and the hope of repairing their broken sibling relationship.