The Rose

                                                                                             Admired for its apparent beauty.

                                                                                                     It hides a darker side.

                                                                                                        It surrounds itself

                                                                                                          With the sharp.

                                                                                             And waits patiently near the bark.

                                                                                                      From Night to Bright,

                                                                                                       From Dusk to Morn',

                                                                                              A single touch, will cut thy fleush,

                                                                                                  Slashed by the spiteful thorn.