I feel creeping evil
  from all around the rose.
 I'd thought it long since dead,
  but, oh, it grows and grows.

It was only dormant -
  just biding its time.
 Its suffocating burden
  weighs on all sound minds.

Oh, when will it reach here?
  One can never know.
 It will sneak up on us
  on silent tippy-toes.