In the circle of hell, a roe is born
With firey red petals and devil thorns
In the circle of hell, where demons play
Stands one firey rose, alone and strayed
It stands burning in the rugged ground
Seen as lost, but never found
In the spring, do daisy's grow?
Or even some tulips? Sadly, no.
Instead the rose with the devils thorn
Is left alone to burn and mourn
Sitting on the mountaintop all aghast and aglow
looking down upon all the sinners below
They cry and weep as their tears fall down
Making a stream into empty ground
They perish away by Satan's control
Soon to pay their unholy tolls
They fill up to the brim of the mountain top
As the tears soak up, creating a crop
Bountiful dasies that give off a glow
Even tulips and zinnia's begin to grow
Their black petals fall off like the feathers of a raven
As they burn away into an unholy haven
And the rose once again with the devils thorn
Is left to burn, forever to mourn
Why does the rose sit by itself?
Like a torn away book on a dusty shelf
Sadly, the world will never know
What happened to the burning devilish rose
Some say it burned to a firey seed
And sent to earth to happily breed
They also say it wen through a change
That people can gaze from a very long range
It's thorns grew swiftly to rosy red buds
Followed by a snow white, wiping away the demon blood
Then multiple flowers bloomed out of the grass
And the devilish red rose had company at last
so the moral of this, if you're ever alone
Remember the story of the devilish rose
When all seemed lost, it finally found hope
Not ending it's life with a knotted rope
Rise from the earth! Embrace yourself!
And become like the rose who changed herself.
