Taking an expedition long I walk,
Through the garden filled with thorns.
Hidden figures adorn my way,
Lying low to hide from me,
The dangers that lay.

Unknowingly I walk into ,
the rose garden filled with thorns.
Where my blood adorns the ground.
The wounds that  bleeding as I walk along,
The rose garden filled with thorns.

Chaste as silver the roses stand,
Shining bright as sunlight falls upon them.
The blooms hide what lay beneath them,
The deadly weapons full of plight.

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