My Roses

My roses are still under moonlight
Twist and shiver in their fright
Come to life, my roses
The night isn’t so terrifying
With the moonlight on its wings
Inciting howls from the creatures
Which linger beneath your thorns
Light on their little feet
Instead of tucked into beds
Of earth you nurture ever so
My roses are bowed under moonlight
Shiver and twist in their fight