Roses

Upon a child brow a rose sat
Its stem wrapped around the skull, forming a thorny crown.
The thorns dug into the flesh of the child
But no blood passed through the wound
A fire burnt in his veins, it coursed through its body
A river of fire

A child played in a garden, flower all around
Roses all spread around him
He picked up a rose, enticed by its beauty
The rose even though being picked it did not wither, it grew
It wrapped around him
Entwining and ensnaring the child
But he child did naught for his heart was captured by its beauty

The thorns dug deeper, the child cried out in pain
And a seemingly endless void of miserly overcame him
He writhed and hacked at its stem, causing it pain and hurt
And then it left him
He watched as the thing most beautiful to him, left him

As time passed he was released from his spell
He was no longer sad

He realized the rose had caused him much hurt
He is tempted to pick other roses
But he is now afraid

Do not eat all fruit, for no matter how beautiful it may seem, a poison inside may dwell.