Like Blood

Roses are red
a pretty red like blood
so thought, a charming man

He watched other men
raising their roses with care
but the charming man didn’t like to care
he just liked roses

The charming man began to charm
the other men who were oblivious to harm
allowing him to steal their roses
allowing for his collection to grow

He brought those men sorrow, but
the charming man didn’t stop stealing
not even when the men around him
were in dire need of healing

But one can only carry so many roses
and as the thorns punctured his head
the charming man had a final thought
roses are a pretty red, like blood