The Rosebush

Singled out in every shard of hope

and crumbled dream,

The rosebush is protected flawlessly.

Thorns and vengeance,

cloak the bush;

cascaded with a weary eye.

One mistake and blood is the result,

the victim cowers before it.

Only hope keeps the rosebush

inevitable;

Dark beauty, passion, and blood-lust,

are traps for the untamed eye.