Tale from a Deaden Rose

Once there was a maiden bring,

Whose beauty hold with much to sing.

But envy heart and murderous thought,

Could plunge the heart for all to sought.

Yet beauty remain, the roses appear,

That bloom and seep the bones and tear.

Open keep the coffin grim,

Travel beware the flowers whim.


Artist: Grim Flowering by AdamPaquette

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