1Spirit of the Iron Rose
Standing resolute beneath the gaze of sin
Frozen to a glittering statue in the depths of winter
And to a scorching dragon with a touch of fire
The summer brings to the Iron Rose
Reflecting the golden leaves of Fall
And becoming twined in the green fingers of delicate blooms
Spring takes hold.
Come the rain of the springtime days
Across the stems leaving trails of tarnished tears
The memories of the ones who caressed its razor sharp petals
And came away with forever bloodied hands
Gluttony, hungry for its bloody tears
Envy, wishing to glitter like the polished iron petals in summer and winter
Lust, hoping for the allure of the beauty that brought others to it
Wrath, wanting the ability to be ferocious without any suspect
Greed, yearning to soak up the sun and let none other touch it
Sloth, thirsty for the everlasting stillness
Pride, coveting the bold leaves that towered over all
The seven gathering around their beloved Iron Rose
Forever tarnished in a forest of sin.