she was a rose

with more thorns

than petals

yet she was the one

who everybody desperately

wanted to pluck from

her home and to make

her theirs

but alas whenever

anybody dare came close

enough to touch her

they would back away

in fear of the pain

she would cause them

so they sat

far away admiring her beauty

from afar

watching as the blood of the

brave stained her few petals

a scarlet red

and so that is what they

called her, scarlet

the one who could never

feel the touch of another