Her petals gleam a ghostly white
An aura of virtue surrounds each thorn
She's the essence of beauty
She's the incantational elixir of light

Moist droplets of crimson liquor pour from her petals
Each has a hidden moral trapped inside
She'll never know better because this is the best she's had
Her pure white petals slowly transform to red

Rose now red, she must be bleeding
Her petals have turned dry and her thorns are seething