Red is blood, Blood is red, What difference does it make? Roses bright, Thorns *****, Fangs bite, Thirst slaked, Queen of Roses, Queen of the Un-dead,
Roses are red, Violets are blue, Ultra-violet burns, While roses bloom.
Not really a poem.. Just a recollection of a nightmare I had. Two gorgeous princesses of different species fighting over a prince. The prince was me. Their ****** assets were tearing me to pieces. *Sigh* Women.