• Thorns that envelops the night.
    Slashing everything in sight.
    Sent as sweet as honey.
    That entices the creatures’ tummy.
    Pedals tainted blood red.
    That dance with no sign of dread.
    Now be unleashed from your bond,
    and fall away to the ground.
    Lifted in the silver breeze.
    Rise even higher than the ancient trees.
    Just as the moon decrees.
    For those ever sworn,
    to the Sacred Rose Storm