Blood and Thorns

Amour of thorns protecting the beauty 

Her face stained with blood 

The luminous sun projects light onto skin 

Despite the darkness in her heart 

Her thorns sharp as devil's horns 

Her scent brings shivers to your spine 

Her stem twirls like twine 

Petals of silk, red as fire, strong as iron 

Jealousy, arrogance,  

Her life is her beauty 

Her beauty was her life 

She was empty inside 

Her admirers are her inspiration  

They drive her 

Slowly, slowly her beauty will fade away 

The red of her petals begin to fade and wilt 

Little by little, every day 

Until she is nothing more than a memory 

A new rose is born 

Even more beautiful