A Thorn of a Quietus Rose

The delicacy of thy interdict ;penetrating shrewd of vehemence .The servitude of thy sentimental contusion. Tempestuous ,virtuous mind's tearing unknowingly . Thy lay the hands of a weed came pricking its thumbs, something wicked this way comes through all of what vanished.Age could not wither a serpent of poisoning fondness ,nor stop the tail from surrounding the stim of the delicacy of nature. The despair of folly ,hiding under a brolly. She? For she held the beauty of an orchid , though her curiousity drove her into the creases of thy darkest pores ,and thy fate of the falling petals only fell endlessly along her perishing passage. Sinister minds , peculiar things , and the desires of an innocent girl--- but ,who might've been the cause of one's tragedy? Controversial subjects only seem to fade along the death of a quietus rose. As Galine Valdis slowly discovers mysteries left unturned ,her past only wraps around her stims like the bondage she unknowingly seems to be held in. But , will she ever be released? Will she ever know who has plotted such things? The mastermind of unfortunate values.

--1940's Novel-