Cryptic Rose

It was a crisp cool winters eve
Snow was lightly falling in little flurries around the bare trees , the pale moon casting its erie light upon those trees. The shadows of the trees casting long boney fingers on the cold ground that was freshly covered in snow.
Ophelia was running she was out of breath , her breaths heaving casting pale , blooms of warm velvet air into the Icy cool night. Vanishing as quickly as they came
Her mothers Amulet bounced against her pale neck. The large blood red diamond that for so many centuries belonged in her family. Was rightfully hers again, for you see it had been taken years ago when Ophelia and her mother where sold into slavery. This was why she was running. The heavy rock bounced agains her breast plate. Slowing some Ophelia picked up the beautiful Amulet and pondered its beauty. When a tall slim pale figure appeared from behind an elm tree