Crimson Rose
A sign of sweetheart
A symbol by grace of God
Its pride feeds strong
At a very fast step.
They are wild like a woman chaser
It's gentle like the snap
And it has a burning up honour
It's not great to delight.
But carelessness gives
It is burry on stickers
It'll joke while you're bleeding
As your skin gets torn.
It is loved worldwide
But don't make up fooled by its get
It holds ancient, dark secrets
Beware of the Crimson Rose.
