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The Rose is softly cloaked in dev’lish night,
A mistress sweet as Death's chilling embrace.
Twining tight, I dance with her rose-gold light.
Pray tell, her promises seem oh-so-bright.
Sharp smile wide upon her conniving face.
The Rose is softly cloaked in dev’lish night.
Dangled high on her string, my hapless plight.
Her Machiavellian plans, quite base.
Twining tight, I dance with her rose-gold light.
Upon her greeting, she seems so polite,
Charmed, you’ll find, by her dainty, boundless grace.
The Rose is softly cloaked in dev’lish night.
A bond, a Deal, a pretty chain wrapped tight.
Sealed with a shake, a smile, wine-red lace.
Twining tight, I dance with her rose-gold light.
Darling, dangerous, the hand she does sleight.
Hidden within her sleeve, myself—her ace.
The Rose is softly cloaked in dev’lish night,
Twining tight, I dance with her rose-gold light.

booknerd1500 Sat 13 Dec 2025 06:01AM UTC
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