Sirens Rose

A beautiful rose  
Stood alone in a garden  
Her song was sweet but her thorns were poison.  

She longed for a being of value  
To smell her sweet fragrance  
Though when push came to shove,  

They all ran from her fierceness  
Cowardice men  
She could see through.  

Spiked, dangerous thorns  
Adorn this beautiful rose,  
Come to close you will be impaled,  

Never touching the beauty  
That dwells in her petals  
So lovely, so graceful,  

All were enamored by her siren's call  
Under her spell, they would gladly fall  
She would sing so sweetly,  

Day after day men would seek her  
Castrated by the thorns she bares  
Cut to quick, by her wit and honest stare.  

She is a beautiful, sweet fragrant rose  
Though come to close to her poison  
She will steal your soul.  

She is an old soul, who has bore much abuse  
Her petals so soft, grew armor  
To protect her tender heart.  

Now no one can harm her  
She has set herself  
A world apart.