Sta.sh
The afterglow of the lit candles floods the halls
She rises and gazes unhinged in her demeanor
Walking slowly like a rose covered in its forlorn thorns she moves
Uncaring and lost in thoughts she continues moving
Stepping in pools of blood and over the bodies
Oh the bodies strown and thrown about in a laze and mock fashion
She moves forward at all costs looking about as a forlorn rose once again adorned in thorns
Her dark obsidean dress flows about like it lives
Flowing about her feet and casting a slight tinge of red around it's rim
The flowing lines of red glint down in the sparse light from her wrists
She moves through the dark doorway a rose forlorn with it's thorns
What happened they might say
Who knows none do
This day the sun awakes to casts the home in a strange red tinge of light
Out on the lawn a body of a women cast in dark obsidean lays forlorn as a rose cast in the grass
Her thorns prick the dew and all that is heard is the crow's cry
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