Rose Petels Of Fire.

A garden of roses

the sent the essense the thorns that prick the dark hearted ones and dye

the petels red with the blood of the ones that they hurt

steeling life as the sent flows through the forest of eternal flame

to lead ones heart back into the mirror of self refection to smell the sent of the flaming roses as the petels of fire was once the blood red of seering color now incinerates into ash

a new life born from the ash now blows with the winds of time

through the underworld the mirror stands with the reflection of what once was life in a world of eternal change that could not be stoped

the roses the sent nice yet horrafying blood colorerd and vishus the dark side of nature takes its corse distroying lives distroying all that was ment tobe the unleashing of natures rath as punishment for the sins of darkness that will never be forgivin

the life now ends as a passing breath the wind with the undead ashes the bone chilling cold of an ice coverd mountin to the start of all tme

begins with the roses petels of fire.

By Silver Wolf.