My DND Leveled Up⬆️: ::Fighter-Sorcerer (lvl.30):: Boeban Tief, The Scarlet Malevolence.

With the kiss of a rose, and petals of promises that that have fallen yet.

They made the wind. And the wind blew the petals away.

Away, from the hands of mine that grasped so desperately.

They left, and there was but one petal. Pierced by a thorn.

The thorns, something the wind couldn't blow away.

The roots crept into my skin, blistered my blood and bloomed into my bones.

A voice spoke sweetly, and it told me: "All thorns are meant to impale. The roses are a magnificent lure"

I became vines connected to a root that would never be upheaved.

I became a thorn of chaos meant to skewer.