The Rose of Death

It looks so pretty,
yet holds an aura so deadly,
If you take a look closer,
to its petals so dark,
you'd see the small fraction,
of life it holds dear.

It looks so pretty,
but within its dark petals,
is the valiant fragrance,
strong enough to stand tall,
yet weak enough to fold,
for it holds the smell of death.

It looks so pretty,
don't look so hard,
my dear, for within the,
black is something stronger,
like the poison of the castor bean,
it flows slowly into the air.