A rose is captured cruelty
thorns mocking to the touch
as they laugh at
bleeding hands
though its petals weep just as much.
And a river of red
mixes
with tears of gold
as the Briar cackles
at his own heartless
cold.
But as the stream runs
his mistake is realized
as its life
force drains away
and his last breath is choked in his own black
lies
For the Briar had lied to everyone
and in golden petals masked
his crime
and with pain and mockery
did he scar me for all time