AN: This was actually an inspiration thanks to my algebra teacher who was quite the bore *and satan*. Anyway, she was a prize-winning rose grower or something, so this is for her? o.O;;; I might re-write it or something or maybe even use it in part of my novel thing, it kind of fits later on in the story... we'll just have to see!
A scarlet bloom can and may,
Emerge from the evil soils of Hell.
A rose of such beauty,
Cultivated by fire and watered in blood,
Cannot survive in the sun alone.
Only a master of Evil could give life,
To something as beautiful as this.
For the rosebud is not ours to hold,
It is only for him and him himself.