A wretched flower with beauty so old
With leaves of silk and petals gold
The souls of the damned stray too close
The beautiful flower takes their love, most
More alluring than a sirens call
As unforgiving as a cold stone wall
Leaves coloured deep and red
Carrying those children from their beds
A two faced flower
And at the hour
It strikes
The little saplings carrying a venomus bite
This item of beauty we chose
A horoscope, ancient and old
A pale voice, as flame ignites
"Beware the curse of Gemini"
