Oh, red rose.
Where does your garden grow?
Surely its hard to find your way, when those demons are in your way.
Yes, those thorns.
They belong to you do they not?
Its okay, you don't have to lie.
I know those thorns, they've pricked me more than a few.
I guess to you, this concept is quite new,
You see, these demons of yours...
They are beautiful.
They are exquisite.
They are powerful.
But...there is danger in them.
You will hurt more than you will help, young flower...
You will bloom so perfectly, just to be clipped of your evil.
Milked for your beauty.
These humans do not understand your thorns.
They will not try to relate...
You must be weary to secure these demons,
Use them when the time is right.
In an instant everything can change.
For better or for worse.
