Crimson Rose

Published by Family Friend Poems March 2013 with permission of the Author.

A sign of beauty,
A symbol of grace.
Its pride runs strong
At a very fast pace.

It's wild like a wolf,
It's gentle like the breeze,
And it has a burning honour.
It's not eager to please.

But carelessness pays.
It is armed with thorns.
It'll laugh while you're bleeding
As your skin gets torn.

It is loved worldwide,
But don't be fooled by its pose.
It holds ancient, dark secrets.
Beware of the Crimson Rose.

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