Behold the red flower and it’s red glow. Its luminous presence is slave to none. Neither night nor day. It’s beautiful light shines as it wills, providing warmth and comfort to all that draws near it.
Behold the red flower and it’s destruction. Its shapeless form spreads to and consumes everything it touches. None is immune to its influence. Neither plant nor animal nor the living nor the dead. consumes. It engulfs all leaving nothing but ash and smoke behind.
Behold the red flower and it’s arch enemy. Her free spirit flows in all directions filling her host with herself. Only her has the power to halt the rampage of the red flower. As light is to darkness so is she to the flower.
Behold the red flower and it’s master. One who claims to have contained the spirit of the red flower cannot be trusted. The red flower is proud and submits to no one. It cannot be tamed. It has no master. Any who claim to have control over it will surely be consumed by it.