Iron Rose

So, you are made of metal,

and proved your mettle.

Kudos, dear friend!

You’ve done a great deed.

You’ve freed yourself

from dreadful greed.

But, I’ve been in cages,

and written pages,

about evil sages,

for ages.

Where do you think

my heart lives?

It bathes in crimson red

and not baby pink.

The bars in the cage;

the ribcage

is made for the dead.

Well done, my friend!

You won in the end.

Perseverance persevered.

Love; severely severed.

Emotions are a life peril.

The stories; written with quill

Oh Friend, do not be afraid,

you will succeed, to persuade

death with a lovely charm

because love, causes no harm.

“Come hither to me”,

it says with open arms,

ready to bulldoze

the pretty and gritty

IRON ROSE.