Crimson Rose Options

[Dark's Angel]

The wind whispers across
The beautiful roses.
The heavenly scent carries
Along the wind and I smile.
Walking alone, along the gardens
I come across a
Solitary white rose.
It was standing
Tall and erect,
And I grin to myself as I
Notice that it was thornless.
I pick it from its grassy home
And bring it up to my
Face to smell its scent,
But as I glance at it,
I gasp in surprise.
The ivory rose was
Stained crimson with blood.
Dropping it with shock,
I stare at my shaking hands.
They were covered in blood
And I was deathly afraid
I looked up
As I heard a whispery voice
But I didn't see anyone
Another white rose
Was set out on the ground
Right in front of me
But this time I didn't let
My love for flowers
Get the best of me
I didn't know if
It was going to
Be another crimson stained rose.
I wouldn't take the chance.

[illumineering]

I'm pleased that I started reading your work today. The structure of your writing creates vivid imagery as I read it. I'm enjoying your work. In the two entries that I've read, it seems as though writing is a constructive way of understanding and working through issues for you.