The Blood of Roses Options

[cazilika]

The blood of roses
crimson red.
A fire chosen
to fill with dread.
The child's darkness,
monsters weep.
Step onto the threshold.
The poison runs deep.
Of flowered vineyards
growing dust.
Of pipes long frozen
collecting rust.
The gift of roses'
hard, cold brass.
A fire chosen
to reduce to ash.
A child's innocense,
monsters weep.
And break the threshold.
Poisoned sleep.