Bed Of Roses Poem by Carol Tepana

As the fragrant of the enchanted garden
swept through the night
She lay upon her bed of roses
Luring those who follow her sweet scented aroma
for those who ventured into the darkness
Unaware of her hidden thorns which lay beneath
as they are drawn towards her, their eyes are in a trance
For her beauty is so becoming that they can not resist
the many colours that she has white, red, pink.yellow,
and colours blended with the unconscious mind
Her scented aroma grows stronger as they near her
still unaware of her plans she has for them
Reaching over to pluck her from the garden
where she has laid for those who view her and only smell
her sweet fragrance which fill the air
Suddenly there is a sharp prick, his pink skin like the pink rose
turns blood red, like the red rose
as it drains slowly he turns pale white
against the white rose
As the sun begins to rise her petals reopen
to take the light
No one knows what happen in the night
for where he lies is in a bed of roses.