A Red Rose can be a delight,
But a Black Rose can be a fright
They can reanimate the dead,
Even Mr, Ed, which can be such a dread
But one girl used the roses for good not evil
She was a goddess, she rivaled even Mother Nature herself
There was a battle and their blood spilled on the earth
Creating white roses, as white as the moon.
But that my friends is another story.
A fantasy people, for people who like mythology