The crimson rose petals like paper thin skin,
Flame's ruthlessly burning 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's like primeval obsidian.
Stem starts fervidly blazing to illume own end,
Its life is now forfeit, buried in the oblivion.
