A petal stayed on the crimson rose
34 petals left
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Tord p.o.v
It's hopeless
The world was turning so darkly
Maliciously
It was smirking beyond the hands from the end.
My fingers were crossed, the black sounder grew more inpatient then the rest.
The fact of the beating of a heart washing away in a bliss was astonishing.
My rose was in my hands, it was growing, unlike the rest in my legs and arms that continued to rot.
The stings of each thorn stuck between my skin was not a blessing from a god, for they blood on the puddles kept dropping.
This rose has not yet stung me, if it only knew the being and creator I was.
Even I didn't lore it to the gardens, it grew with a miracle, an angel sent from the clouds beyond us.
My rose
Do you still continue to seek my wishes?
Or do you want to ask a gate of heaven from earth?
Why didn't you just tell my the grounds I kneeled pained you?
The thorns kept stinging,
Yet yours never grew,
Your petals only spoke to me,
Not a single hit of your veins outspoke.
Yet there you laid in that bed with looks of an unpure wings.
You wilted without a warning ,
The pills laid on the floor without even knowing the cause of this war.
You belonged to me
Not even death could hold you like I,
So why sleep in such comfort?
Wasn't my attention of a devil enough?
Did your wings fly high?
Was it the butterfly that landed on you?
The peasant that kept me away from you?
Did his poison teach you a lesson?
My rose
Was my dedication for you enough?
My feelings of confusion and affliction cause enough sound of echos for you to hear.
*ROSE*
I screamed enough.
*NO PLEASE*
Of course it isn't loud
*NOT HER!*
I'm the straps around your neck
*not my rose..*
And you my rose are the petals trying to confuse me.
But I do promise you
I will stop the heavens and earth for you
Not even the wrath of the reaper can swing his staff on you.
No my rose.
You can never escape,
I claimed you since the beginning,
Do remember
That your petals will only be mine
And never the butterfly
