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.
