In the midst of the night
A rose stands beyond your sight
A beauty that was hidden
But was never forgotten.

Thou captivated,
You must never release it,
For thy beauty has its darkness
A mask full of secrets.

Its chains must not be untangled
For thy beast you will battle
Thou shall not be deceived by its light
For its thorns will take its flight.

Once seen, the vision dwells
It will push you into its wells
Once touched, the beat ends
A death that doesn't take any amends.

Its eye will swallow you into a hole,
Its lips will devour your soul,
The eye tells no lies
Yet the lips will lead you to its wile.

The book you must not open
If so, you will not be forsaken
For danger is the Gemini of beauty
A rose of thorns will always be a misery.