The Rose That Plucked Her Petals

Pt. 1

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Some summers ago

On a starry filled night

A Sp ͡° der soared high

From Her Web of Delight

No Fly in Her Net

And no dinner in bite

Hunger was a myth

In an air quite so right

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A Scorp1on crawled from his cave in

The Dark

He’d been deep asleep

But been hit by A Spark

Where did it come from?

Could it be from the park?

His shell was ink black

But now had a white mark.

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He spotted the Sp ͡° der

Swinging from Her Light

What Magic was this?

How could she be so bright?

I must see her closer!

I must be Her Knight!

What feeling is this?

Could it be that thing, Fright?

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Eight ͡° yes met eight ͡° yes

It was Love at First Sight

A Beautiful Fight

But one free of all spite

When V3nom met V3nom

Precise at Midnight

It dripped to the soil

Boom! Fire! Ignite!

The Flames smoldered softly and settled to Ash

And out burst a rose with A Roar and A Thrash

Her Thorns were as black as her father’s sharp Stinger

Her Petals were pink but shut closed they did linger

What use were these softies? No light and no power!

They won’t even open! What good was her flower?

So off with their threads! She’d pluck 1 by 1.

But what would be left when the plucking was done?

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Her task near complete, she was drowning in Fear

Only 3 petals left! The end suddenly near.

Would she be naked. Off with her own Head?

Would she be spread withering on her bed?

She wept and she wept A Thousand Perfume Tears

She wept every day for a number of years

The soil beneath her grew fertile and rich

And one day she woke to find a brand new Stitch.

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Confused by The Twist, she quit all of her crying

What did this mean? Was she finally dying?

She looked to the Sun with her puffy red iiis

She took a deep breath and exhaled her sighs

Won’t you tell me Sun! Please uncover the lies!

How did this arise!? Please tell me, you’re so wise!

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And Sun shined her rays on

The Glittering Thorns

My Child, your petals will morph into horns

The Stitch is a sign of your Hardening Heart

But there’s time to save! This is only The StArt.

Pluck one of your Thorns, you have plenty to spare

And gently release the last petals you wear

Let it be your Sword, but do handle with care!

You’ve watered enough,

Now let’s shine that last scare!

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So with trembling leaf The Rose made

Her Last Cut

And once all the fear left from deep in Her Gut

She couldn’t believe she had ever stayed shut

An orb glowed bright white at the top of

Her Stem

She was The mOOn

She required no hem.