Stomp the roses all you like,
they won't vanish from the light.
Care for the thorns.
Tend to the flowers.
Those who have horns
have no more powers.

No matter how you see things,
the thoughts of love aren't alike.
To stop the madness,
I don't intend.
Family matters,
otherwise, do not pretend.

Try you may to stop the fight,
memorial bells will still ring.
She who has waited will end the fight.
Your job to ensure she does what's right.

Author's Notes:

An old Discord riddle I wrote a while back. I hope it holds up better than most of my writing from ten months ago. Nightsong and Sweet Tooth were supposed to solve it.