Rose Petals Of Fire
A garden of roses.
The scent, the essence,
the thorns that prick the dark hearted ones
and dye the petals red with the blood
of the ones they hurt.
Stealing life as the scent flows
through the forest of eternal flame
to lead ones heart back into the mirror of self refection.
To smell the scent of the flaming roses
as the petals of fire, once the blood red
of searing color, now incinerates into ash.
A new life born from the ash
now blows with the winds of time.
Through the underworld, the mirror stands
with the reflection of what was life
in a world of eternal change that could not be stopped.
The roses, the scent- nice, yet horrifying.
Blood colored and vicious.
The dark side of nature takes its course, destroying lives.
Destroying all that was meant to be.
The unleashing of natures wrath as punishment
for the sins of darkness that will never be forgiven.
The life now ends as a passing breath.
The wind with the undead ashes,
the bone chilling cold of an ice covered mountain.
The start of all time begins...
with the rose petals of fire.
