Rose Flare
see its sister poem here https://www.sofurry.com/view/610641
Thorns that entomb the day.
Catching all that stray.
Scent that snares the soul.
All shall pay the toll,
or pedals crimson red.
Shall cause burning dread.
Now be set free from your bonds,
and incinerate the grounds.
Feed the ruby breeze.
Just as the sun decrees.
For those who shall swear.
To the immortal rose flare.
Shall kow the hearts true scare.