Her beauty compels your thoughts, and you swoon,
Using it to manipulate you,
Only for you to bear the pain like piercing wounds.
The truth will at last beam through.
Like a cruel animal, she hungers for her victims to suffer,
Allowing them to assume they have determined the irresistible deceiver.
To her charm, her thorns are an eraser,
Replacing all enchantment with fire.
Her whispering petals appeal to your touch,
But, be not fooled by her loveliness apposed,
As you have received a warning of such.
The cunning thorns of a magnificent rose.