The blooddripping thorns of a rose
 

Feel the wind blow along thy feet,
In attempt to enfrost a deaded dusk.
Pale enraptured traces sweep,
The fallen empire, ages deep.

Desire keeps her on her palace,
Of sorrow twisted, torn and might,
Where blizzards take the ride,
To this long ago fallen paradise.

A watered rose, Drips yet frozen,
Makes her entrance sweet and pale,
bittered by a rain of blooddrips.
Makes hatred more by her inhaled.

*verder niets toe te voegen* :-)

dankjewel Ris :-)

woow...

*kippevel heb*

dankje! http://forum.scholieren.com/redface.gif