The crimson rose petals, like paper-thin skin,
The flame ruthlessly burns them down into ashes.
Dead-smooth, bloody bud's getting empty within,
Fire is flaring up, causing brightest eye flashes.
Fire's mangling the body that thorns can't defend,
Reddish tongue of the light like primeval obsidian.
S
tem starts fervidly blazing to illume its own end,
Its life is now forfeit, buried in oblivion.
