I've had dreams, nightmares. I close them away with the lock of this book. So be careful when you take a look. Because they will hock you and take you away. The rose treaded on the ground. It's petals broken and abound. Have you--my dear, ever fathomed such fate. As this flower that could not endure. It's petals embodied such I magnificent red. But now they decay on the forest floor. Cover made by: OliviaPerdue1