The City of Delicate Roses

Something urban.

The city of delicate roses stood with roots in the ground,
Guards at each of her corners with swords of leafy texture,
Her law spread like the leviathan at sea.
Tackled & laced with beauty & trinkets to soften any man.
Trees of intricate brace & bark in endless hunger for lust.
Oh how unique the city could be!
The morality of insects led to her stoney birth.
With her sandy hallways & tall, naked columns of marble.
Oh how the rebels foughts for her fruit, her sweetness, untamed.
Uncontrollable was the city of beauty & desire -
With her grasses of glistening waters,
Webs of perfect symmetry & devotion - embedded only in this city.
Oh sights of the unruly, unlawful & sweet.
Her laws & focus cry for lesser cause of struggle,
Habitually bathing herself in the idea's founded by man,
And her doors of fine wood & perfect steel.
The city no one & everyone desires.
For her cold arms to hug you & make you roots;
To be forever planted in this city of delicate roses.