Roses
Are fleeting flames,
Life's passion
Burning bright
A Brief spark
That fades
Into thorns
Thorns,
That guard hope,
Of life's flames
Being awoke.
These dark roses
Black as midnight
With souls of fire
Hearts bloody and red
Amidst emerald Shields
Wooden swords
Thirsty as thorns
These dark wonders
Are passion in all form.