Fulcrum of a Rose

arose a rose without spikes, unshaded softness scattering delicate dreams through the air tickling veiny leaves, mundane bees, an undesired fondness predating papa bears, and heinous hares tingling with such profane heat that brewed unkind plots behind backs of hills with eyes, breaches, peeping trees thickets in dungeons already packed with petals their dined- on pink vanilla bones, strawberry puff wickets bowled awry, to be devoured at the pitch by thorns in the russet souls of trusted giants that caught unguarded rosebuds husked their blooms for teas like corns stock images of nightmares come real we're fraught sepals bleeding jaded, disharmonized layers sheared by odium, scented flowers robbed by spears