Rose Bride,
Hide behind your roses,
Red and white
And needing your care.
Water the petals until they unfold,
And nurture them until you rip
Them from their stalks to pin on breasts.
Hide behind the beauty you have lost.

Rose Bride,
Hide behind your swords,
Silver and red
And dulled with your blood.
Let yourself be lost in the maze of hate
That has tempered this steel
Until you find your own reflection in the blade.
Hide behind the pain that you deserve.

Rose Bride,
Hide behind your brother,
Dark and cruel,
A mask upon a mask for you.
Keep him content, and feed his lies
In this theater to convince yourself
You can love the boy the prince has become.
Hide behind the love that isn't there.

Rose Bride,
Hide inside your coffin,
Deep and gray
And coldly comforting.
Ignore the hand that reaches to save you
As if it were just another false prince
Come to wake you from your dreams.
Hide behind the death you have become.