The Shady Rose

Chapter 1 

Dreaming Rose    

          A rose is but a rose, until you pick it from where it grows. I am that rose, a blacked being, I've gone crisp from the burning rays of the sun. Now I lay here wondering when it will be my time too fade.                   

          These clouded dream's, soak my waking days, with shadows and darkness. I slip deeper into these dark realms, I became a shadow like all the other shadows. Silent, a void, nothing but shady.  My perfume lingered but only for a small amount in time. Like every roes does, I faded out, wilted into mulch. But I now wake to find, I am facing a mirrored image of myself. I need to face my regrets, my shameful moments, my sins. Repent to my shadow, and my shadyness. 

           Now I kneel in this chamber of darkness, light seeps through from cracks in my mind. I leave my prayers, lying here for the Angle's to find. I leave here The Shady Rose, no longer am I doomed, nor will I fade. I became my shadow, a shady being perfumed by the radiance of everlasting life. None will forget my hue and glow, for I linger on...   

"You might like it if I was shady like you, I'd become something more than just a shadow."

  

Author's Note

Please be kind, I will not respond to rude or mean comments. Please if you don't have anything nice to say, then don't say anything at all.

Reviews

[Delmar Cooper]

Dark, foreboding and passionate. Too short ,of course, for the greedy reader in me. One line seemed out of place in the mahogany colored setting, "pick it from the thicket" was a phrase that stopped my eye.

[Amanda]

Thank you for your review. I thought the same thing I am still thinking how I can replace the word thicket, I was thinking about replacing the hole thing by adding "A rose is but a rose, until you pick it from where it grows." Sounds like it fits better. :-)