A Rose Within A Riddle Is Dangerous

Claire...Claire

What are you doing now?

Infallible is the suffering of your ways;

Alas the infallible tragedy that is Jordan

Has shattered your dreams and more

What loneliness comes from an undying pain?

She lies...she bleeds...she scorns

And for whatever reason, you defend her

Somehow she has taken the child to extremes

Oh such a murderer is driven by hate

Such beauty roams in the streets,

How can you find much love in Genoa City?

How can your aunt declare to be your mother?

In the still of the night

A shadow becomes bare

With a disguise that can kill all dreams

Behold the torn pieces of a shattered soul

What is the destiny that pulls you back in?

Will she lock you in the closet

And take your soul again?

Will she take your rose from your garden, again?

For you wear your heart on your sleeve, apparently

But your past will always come back to haunt you;

Oh Claire, dearest Claire

The love that you're longing for is dead

And your Aunt Jordan will never quit

Until she gets what she wants...

And wishful thinking is all over your face

And the war of the roses will catch you

As you fall right into Jordan's trap

And a single thorn will not touch you

But prepare to be scorned by the devil

For the devil relies on fate,

Will death be covered in a blanket

Of a tormented childhood?

Will the baby cry once again

In your dreams?

For the young and the restless suffer...

There is no bitter term for the sweet

And hopefully you will find this letter

And take it to heart;

Sincerely,

Monique Trotter