Blood Rose Rosy Red
Blood rose rosy red
In the end your reign
Is more than acid wet
When a woman scorned is stone within
Her blooms about a jealous weave
Envy's thorn gleaming hard shell green
From soul of deadly poison ivy
Where blossom thoughts be born conniving
And blacker petals tear...
Unto Orchids petty dear
Are her drops of another's letting
Wounded, wake of men dead and dying
Who holds what her secrets are
Upon beauty's solemn face
Or across a painted flesh garden
When a moon is full and the sun is ever drowning grace
Could it be the gnomes or moles beneath
Sheer sure evil of pale beauty skin
Bringing out colours of femme fatale
Wicked charms of this woman chameleon
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