Saturnine Poetry and Memoirs of Aster Meadowlarke

[Doofus]

On the Krak de Rosa

Amidst the bloody stone and rugged earth,
A single rose did sprout and find its birth.
Its tender petals, bright and crimson red,
A stark contrast to the harshness it's wed.

For though the ground was hard and unforgiving,
The rose refused to yield, its will unshrinking.
It drew its strength from deep within the earth,
And with each passing day, it proved its worth.

The thorns that grew around it, sharp and long,
Were like a shield, protecting it from wrong.
For though the stone was stained with blood and pain,
The rose's beauty helped to soothe the strain.

And so it bloomed, a symbol of defiance,
A sign that beauty can arise from violence.
For even in the darkest, harshest place,
A rose can grow and bloom with gentle grace.

[Doofus]

On the Past

In the earth, a hero lies,
Buried deep, with tears and sighs.
A child pays their final respect,
Heart full of grief, yet love unchecked.

In the quiet of the sacred ground,
A noble legacy, forever bound.
The hero's spirit, ever strong,
A shining light, for the child to carry on.

[Doofus]

On Heroism

Gone but not forgotten are the brave,
Whose noble deeds our reverence engrave,
In tales of valour, their memory survives,
Their courage and sacrifice forever thrives.

These heroes and martyrs, now at rest,
Left us a legacy, a timeless quest,
To fight for justice, and what is right,
Their deeds inspiring, their valor bright.

Their names inscribed on monuments of stone,
In hearts of those who remember alone,
Their memory lives on, a beacon of hope,
Guiding us through adversity's scope.

Their sacrifice we honor with pride,
In their memory we continue to abide,
For they may be gone, but never forgotten,
Their legacy, a flame that cannot be rotten.