Sense Sonnet - Acher

 War of Roses

A war o'er the garden arose

'Twixt and 'tween roses, red and white.

Back and forth be sharpened thorn throws.

The bouquets clashed in test of might.

Exactly why the war did start

None of the flowers seemed to know,

As rose was ripping rose apart,

With petals flying to and fro.

Most likely some sort of dispute

On which color had more power.

An all out war had taken root,

Stemming from egos aflower.

So much innocent blood be shed

From warring roses, white and red.