The rose was succulent and red,

Spoke of passion and desire,

"Put it away," the raven said,

"Lest their ire we tempt."

 

You thought yourself invincible,

A knight, an angel of steel;

But what are you willing to fight for

When it's fire you breathe?

 

Wore the rose in your hair, 

The raven be damned,

The smell forever trapped in air,

Hail ignorance, oh glorious disregard!

 

Tell me, was it sweet the scent?

As it swirled and swirled around you,

And you basked and danced and laughed--

Till it gripped and choked you

While you whispered the "Amen"?