I see the rose,
Unfurling its petals,
The life still blooming within.

Grasping the stem,
I hiss in pain,
My hand shredded,
Red blood welling at the surface.

An effective defence,
Warding predators away,
A death toll,
Not to be ignored.

But every organism,
It has a weakness,
Plucking the head of the flower,
I have the perfume of the gods.