Fair Rose Trap

Chapter One

Jimmie Dean

She burns in a fire tempting glory

On the surface, she looks to be abandoned

But was she?

Did she ever belong to anyone?

She is an unkept wild rose

Mistress of the night

She doesn't fully understand her beauty

Fruit of graces

China flower

China flower

She flies from the sun into the minds of all

Victoria's Secret adorns her

Chapter Two

Surreal

Who made her?

Is she an angel?

Her hands warm and soft

Tears of pure love

What is her desire?

When she sleeps, does she dream?

Her mind is like an endless field of soft perfumed flowers

She doesn't speak at all

She looks as soft as a doe

But is it an act?

Is she really a devil in disgust sent to destroy man?

But she is so sweet...

Chapter Three

Is she real?

Born from chocolate

Her heart is a soft drum beat

Touch her and she might break

Vines tangle into her raven black tightly yet gentle

Her eyes are blank and a deep hazy brown

Almost invisible

They say she is the light of the world

Angels envy her

Devils hate her

Smoke Rings

Smoke Rings

Smoke Rings

Chapter Four

Fruit of innocence

Sea in her soft black hair

Origin unknown

Does she rely on human behaviour?

Or innocence?

So cold, yet burning

Nothing can wash her away from this earth

Soul belongs to no one

But her shapely body is bound tightly to the earth

Only she can hear the voices of angels singing to her

The blood of saint keeps her living

She smells of jasmines

Can she be touched?

Chapter Five

Crimson imprisons her tiny waist

Her voice makes flowers grow madly

Pink eats her bare shoulders

Blue kisses her soft bare feet

The jewels on her waist match her vacant eyes

Her navel is like a chalice of wine that never runs out

Is she the living dead?

Did she grow alone?

Who does she wait for?

Does she look for love?

Does she even have a heart?

She commands the wind with her smile

Will you feel vapour when you touch her?

Chapter Six

Who is she?

Does she know who made her?

What does she think?

What does she dream?

She gives off this unspeakable vibe that others are seduced by

She walks around upon clouds

To whom does she pray to?

Does she even have a god to call her own?

Everything about her is too precious

Who does she love?

Many love her

But she does notice them

Strangelove

Chapter Seven

What poison flows from her mouth?

She seems to float in and out of life

Red wine flows into her soft deep crimson lips

Is she even human?

She is so close but far away

When she disappears, she's gone in a flash

A cool breeze of rose petals always follows her when she walks

She sleeps in the purest vineyard

Riches breathe her name

She flies between dreams and reality

She could start a whole new religion with a wink

Her laughter could start a war

Does she live in the past or the post-modern?

Chapter Eight

Cherry blossoms fill her sweet head

Butterflies flies into her kimono and seek refuge into her soul

Neither worldly nor heavenly

Does she feel?

Or is she numb?

Maiden in everyone's head

She has no past

But what is her future?

Will she wilt away with time?

Can she escape death's cold grasp?

Or is she immortal?

Does she even know the answers herself?

Enigmatic princess, divine goddess