The path I seek seems to be hidden.

Concealed away, almost forbidden.

Roses are like a magnet, tugging me in.

Once I found this path, my journey would begin.

As I walk the trail where roses bleed.

A red path carved, by my heart’s own creed.

The fragrance of roses dances in the air.

A symphony of sweetness that lingers there.

Whispering secrets to the chambers of my soul.

Loosening my mind free, my spirit in control.

As I walk by the rose bushes, more seem to sprout.

Busting out of their shells, I knew I took the right route.

A few steps more, a red cape seems to appear.

Blossoming from the crown of my head, down to my rear.

As if I conjured an ancient spell that just materialized.

The silken cloak unfurls, I was almost hypnotized.

It drifts downwards like a whispering enchantment.

Woven out of thin air, like a mystical advancement.

With each step I take, the ground begins to bleed.

As if it were guiding me and I took the lead.