Bloody Rose

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As the crimson roses, bright as blood swayed elegantly alongside the summers breath of air, with hair as dark as night still and long, glowing in the summers glow like a clear river a women with skin as dark as amber autumn leaves strolled with sorrow painted in their face All deserted in a field of thorned petal beauties.

As the sun shined as bright as diamonds and pearls, Although no cloud in sight sadness dwells in droplets dampening the bright red petals of a few surrounding flowers. If not tears from the clouds then the tears from a women? A beautifully mediocre women.

The darkness soon begins to infect the sky eventually as the sky begins to shine in a pitch black gloom.

              The night is still and quiet. the flowers no longer seem to be dancing in the wind.. As though time went still, nothing seems to be moving, was this all a painting? Too beautiful to be real... The gazing moon has began to stare harder and harder till it turned red... As red as the flowers' petals, as red as blood.

her blood...

( was that cringey? give me more pointers yalls, I wanna make this better.)