Crimson Skies

Petals stained blood,
Shining so bright,
Nurture the bud,
Breathing the night.


Above and beyond,
Innocent and sweet,
Singing its song,
Sway to the beat.


Thorns it holds cold,
Paid and deserving,
Though message left bold,
So sharp and unnerving.


Caressing with love,
A silky embrace,
The essence above,
A pathway to face.