The Rise Of Dark Rose

See what a inner true body goes on in life, if thy have suffer enough pain in body mind, and soul this is for all of thee

Darkness is taken over the senter of the soul of this red flower, Fear has left the mind as well as control in what the body has done, the soul turn clod, Blooddy hell has gone to life, take thy knife cute this poor, fool soul, which is a tool to rule with what it felt to be drool, creating a pool for the fool i have been, turning into a beast with barly flesh, not a light in the sky to see the sight in the fight, a ghoul you maybe, to eat dead bodies nor still now in times of pass, fleche pass by non try to touch thy body, the solid ground moved in speed of light, the body of light died for thy.

Author's Note

If thee can see beyond the words writen in thy read poem, thy will not die but enjoy the true iner self of a dying soul alone in the words of character