In the ageless place where wings greeted the realms of the sky. A singleΒ Β rose did blossom, its thorns of clarity transparently Unseen, to hide the deed that would be beauties hidden snare.
Fallen a single item of purity fell upon this petalled beauty and From white It was consumed, until it flamed black Till ash Nourished the rose and petals turned starless black.
She happened on this rose of no thorn, nicking her index it bled But a drop, and what wasn't was now shown a thorn of red, As if blood had filled its edges, and with that one knick a petal Of black did open, no longer closed the door now open.
As upon an exposed moment this petal permeates the purity Of Innocence, inviting those enticed to obscurity of beauty hidden is the pollen that infiltrates the air seeding its Influence upon others self. As all are drawn to the rose that drinks.
Each thorn did consume, all met innocence and each petal now Turned from purity to onyx of corruption. Where the shades of White confronted with desires of a thought never felt.
Ever petal had opened, spawned the beast that had slept, but Now woken as pollen of darkness inhaled by light. Those perfect features now jagged upon silk torn, blood was not spilt on thorns But on the white cobbled streets, screams of insanity reeked.
A single rose blossoming beauty of flawed conscience's had Given birth to unclean emotions, thoughts that took control. All were nearly tainted only a few were still pure of heart, this Place of fallen feathers into the clouded thoughts.
There was a rose that blossomed in Calluna, its beauty seduced Those of purity of heart and seeded a petal that was like a razor Jagged, upon a soul cutting it apart. With tainted beauty till only the shards of edges sharp breathed upon a heart. now all was black Where once there was only shades of white that have fallen apart.