Lustrous tones,
and vibrant hue,
calls affection fingers,
clear and true.

Amber thorns,
guard beauties stem.
The more stunning the rose,
the sharper the ends.

there once was a true bloom
petals dripping off in tune
serving as playing pieces
affections unhealthy game

blood  red on satin black,
petals turn to silk; and are put back.

red is passion; also blood and pain
yellow is death; for sickly gains
white is purity; ready to be stained
yet cut out of silk,
they are all the same.

silken crimson
in place of roses red
live to the eye
yet to the touch, dead.