Number of posts : 193 Location : Hell Registration date : 2008-10-21
Subject: The Rosebush Burns Wed Sep 23, 2009 10:05 pm
Creeping, Crawling, Infected by the touch of want, Tendrils of red and green, Acrid and ill, The stench of past forgotten, No longer the thorns that defend, Beauty is consumed. Somewhere between crimson and ebon, The Rosebush Burns.