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.
Stem starts fervidly blazing to illume its own end,
Its life is now forfeit, buried in oblivion.
