The Royal Rose and The Wicked Weed

First in the beginning you looked just like a flower seed,
All delicate and fragile, only sunlight was your need,

You settled down in the ground, underneath my largest leaf,
And anything that came to harm you, became my biggest grief

I let you become my friend, and I sheltered you out of love and fear,
Hoping for a true companion, to talk with through the year,

But as the winter melted in to spring,
And all the birds came back to sing,

I realized one day, that it was not meant to be,
For when I awoke one morning, this is what I could see,

One morning it came, and a flower seed you were no more,
You had long vines and climbed up mine, I know what they are here for,

I’m suffocating, you were my friend,
You said we would be together till the end,

I trusted you; and you do me wrong,
Just like an enchanted Elf’s song,

For I’m the true beauty and you are now the beast,
Concocted a plan to kill me and feast,

I gave you my love; I nurtured you till whole,
I would swear to heaven you had gained a soul,

But for all this you will lose,
If it be me the one you choose to bruise,

For I am a flower bright and flagrant, Soft but delicate,
And if you weren’t my enemy you would have known that,

For now are friendship has capsized,
I can’t believe I didn’t realize.

All this time I have been The Royal Rose and you are but The Wicked Weed,
And just some time ago I thought you to be just another flower seed.

By: Xanthia Amy Phoenix Dean © 2008