The Dark Rose Poem by Micronjan (Micron)

Beware the rose of crimson flame,
Its velvet lips conceal its claim.
Thorns like daggers guard her bloom,
A beauty born to summon doom.

Her scent drifts heavy through the night,
A heady lure, both dark and bright.
Petals fall like blood and sin,
A river where lost hearts have been.

She thrives on longing, lust, and pain,
A wicked jewel in love's domain.
The lonely shiver, the lovers ache,
Each touch a gift, each kiss a stake.

Yet in her shadow, life persists,
New blooms arise from thorned twists.
A cruel enchantress, dark and fair,
The rose waits—beware, beware.