The petal remained untouched from the crimson rose
34 petals left
( sorry it's been long but her ye go, if it's confusing then I think you should look at the hints of the chapters??? Owo)
??? P.o.v
It's losing its breath
The lining touch of a Silhouette strikens it,
The bells of the Mourners call her.
The eyes bend down the wooden planks,
Shifting the post of her Epithet, her mortality.
Their yells are between the shakes of the earth, which caught their sentiment.
A woman screeched her voice, the boards of the silicon coffin strapped her.
Not more
Not more
She yells
Not a single more
But the cofffin smirks with an eternity sinners eyes.
The spark of her goddess listened yet
Yet The bells still rung noon,
Noon
And only
The noon
The griever knocks the planks,
The mourners stroll their hands at their books,
The god before them was gone,
The griever called a name
A name of a bright Ensign reaches the horizon
The sun immediately rings the bell of war.
The heat stroke and stroke the woman,
Her cries or prays no longer reaches its warmth,
She only wanted to be a society
Yet the gain of the illness took her beauty of wings.
The illnesses that reached her head
A headache that a butterfly's wings couldn't handle.
She wraps her arms silently
Flapping no more
"Blood is dripping"
The griever said
And she responded with un innocent lip
" so will the wings"
The griever broke the wooden planks
Anger of the mourners returned with spikes,
The griever grabbed her wings with a whisper,
Her eyes were shut,
The disappearance of the butterfly remains the same
Yet the vines on her wings remain her silence,
The vines that engage her
Strap her
Verge her
And slowly
Will her wings shatter.
But soon the butterfly touched the rose, fleeing from the mourners.
This time there's no bell
No coffin
No seats to view her
Not a god to sinner her
No
This time it was her
And her griever
Was only grieving herself
The rose is now sharpening its thorns
His thorns are now caught in her grasps
My butterfly
The only viewer that cut throat there
Was me,
my love
And I'm Afraid that my nectar destroyed the beauty of your red wings.
Losing the only living of my stem
Sorry
My butterfly ,
But you will not leave the earth without a bite of the grapes.
Not without a kiss of Redden lips
So butterfly
Will you still keep your wings
Silent?
