Under a dome of misty glass
Stood a rose, beautiful and elegant.
Without its thorns, looking so delicate
As if the sheer awe of the moment would never pass.
Without its thorns, looking so frail.
Its deep red petals forming a crown
The petals themselves perfect enough to be widely renowned.
However no rose is complete without its thorns, as it matters, every detail.
And such the poor flower, who had done everything to be beautiful
Was never accepted by nature, for that rose without thorns was, in fact, despicable.
A/N
Blood's been drawn once. Not doing it again is fatal, yet balanced.
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