The sickeningly sweet scent
Of a rose
Painted with blood
The once pure white flower
Now dripping the darkest shade of red
The blood of a rose
A truly sorrowing sight
For roses
Aren't meant to bleed
The thorns were created to protect
When a rose bleeds
It can only mean the worst of events are to come
And to cause a rose to bleed
Can only mean
You are next
