Lost Forever, in the Blitzkrieg of Roses - Ordo Rosarius Equilibrio

A flower so tender that longs to be hurt

So scarlet and slender it blossoms in dirt

Seductive and feral so perfect in thorns

One kiss by its prickle and hope is forlorn

That roses conquer the yarns did not teach

But rousing and violent are kisses that breach

Provoked by enlightenment the siege has begun

A triumph of passion a war to be won

Intrigued by its beauty compelled by its smell

The scent of its petals like whispers from hell

The conduct of warfare extends through the night

The blitzkrieg of roses resolves in delight

A flower so tender that conquers by force

Seduction through conquest by roses at war

So tender yet forceful the flower proceeds

To harvest its victims in search to be pleased

Sweet blossom of conduct disposed to prevail

Advancing with triumph to vanquish avail

The warfare of roses sustained by the truth

Both pleasure and violence are there to be used

It knows not its beauty it tries not to dream

So perfect in silence it yearns to be seen

It wants to be picked and compelled to believe

That love and submission are hers to receive

Intrigued by its beauty compelled by its smell

The scent of its petals like whispers from hell

The conduct of warfare extends through the night

The blitzkrieg of roses resolves in delight