A Rose By Any Other Name

i journied through a forrest covered in haze. through the thick grey fog there was a bright glow of red. i stumbled trying to make my way towards it, tripping on the roots from apple trees. i came closer to this red. a rose was revealed. this rose was mesmerising. my hand reached for it without thought. immediately, i threw my now red fingers back. under this rose were thorns sharp as daggers. in my state of confusion, i could’ve sworn i heard Someone say, “this is not yours to take”