Your haughty posture
Resembles your wicked attitude.
Your envious complexion
Makes others cower in your shadows.
You lure sinners with your looks
But only make them tremble with lust.
You leave your mark with a crimson splash
As they fall into your grasp.
So, you have become your name –Rose–
An enchantress dressed in a blossom disguise;
A thorn beneath the most charming lies.
