Blood. Red blood.
The pdor fills your nostrils.
Tears... Come to your eyes
As the one you love lays, bleeding, on the ground.
She always looked good in red.
The red matched her beautiful roses. She constantly wore in her hair
And the freckles that danced in the sun.
Lady rose.
Your lady rose.
6 months ago: * flashback*
" black suits you well, my love" she flashed a bright grin. " it matches your hair, and makes your blue eyes stand out" you find it hard to smile back
" my midnight prince. Don't be afraid to smile. It makes you not so scary!!"
Now:
" don't worry.. My lady rose... I'll continue smiling.. No matter what... " tears trickle down your face as you hold her close your lips somehow find a way to curving ever so slightly through the tears.
" I'll be the moonlight to spill over your blood red roses.... My midnight rose... To avenge you. My love"
- end of part one-
Haha. Ya..
Not the best but its one of my first ACTUAL stories. I hope you enjoyed.
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Midnight Cheshire
PoetryI'm from the creepy pasta fandom. my first story. hope you enjoy it. midnight Cheshire is my own of I try my hardest not to let them be to op or mary sue or whatever. here we go.↪↪♠♥♣♦
