You’re locked away in prison bars,
Unlikely hidden inmate.
A blood-red jailbird, one who stars
In this plotted twist of fate.
How strange that you should choose to bloom
Despite the cold frames of steel;
Sealed away in embittered tomb,
Your scars have no chance to heal.
Yet there you are, beautiful rose,
Choosing to offer the world
The grace of your magnificence,
The charm of beauty unfurled.
O, to be a red, red rose bud,
Giving her all in her cell;
Knowing that when her time is served,
She has lived her one life well…