The Dead Story
Part One:
You will never see the light of day.
Nor will you ever see the dark of night.
Shadows will fulfill your mind.
And forever in an endless fright.
For thee who mock immortal blood.
And bind heart and hand.
Shall Satan be the one to tourture.
With God Fro on his stand.
For thy shall rot in a Devils Soul.
A Satan shall eat thy whole.
And thee who's life is surley done.
Shall Satan smile cause he's won.
-Owl Bones "The Cold Ones"
Chapter one:
It all started with a Rose. A beautiful but small Rose. Though this Rose wasn't specail, it was just like all the rest.
And yet this Rose was very sad, and none of the others knew why...
As time passed the Rose grew sader. The Rose began to avoid the others, it never talked or smiled again...
But then something happened to the Rose. It met a girl, and she was very beautiful.
Her hair was of fire red, she had green eyes and snow white skin.
The rose had never seen a girl so beautiful and nor did the see a Rose so sad...
"hello little Rose." the girl said with a sad smile.
"Im guessing your kinda lonely too huh?" She gently tapped the rose with her bare foot. then she smiled, and then she layed down next to the Roes.
"You see, for me this world is quiet and cold, its lonely home, and in school, i guess im not very good with people..." she looked away and up at the sun peeking through the leaves of a tall weeping willow.
"This place is so beautiful though, it makes me feel happy and calm at the same time...," she giggled abit, "and here i am talking to a flower..." she smiled sweetly and looked at the Rose.
"And yet, i also have this strange feeling like you can understand everything i say... weird huh?"
'No it's not weird at all' the rose thought
"Well," she got up off the ground and stood looking down at the rose, "I have to go home now, its getting late, and nobody stays here after dark, so good night little Rose.
The girl walked away without a second glance.
'what a strange yet wonderful girl' the rose thought.
'I hope we can be great friends, please come back tomarrow'
Though the girl did not come back the next day, or the next after that. Day after day the rose waited for the girl to come by, and he wished for it and hoped for it, but she never came.
Yet after thirty days the rose never heard or saw her again, but in his petals he felt he should never give up.
After one whole year the Rose had final given in, he wished to forget the girl, but she forever laid with him, talked to him, and smiled with him in his dreams.
she haunted his dreams and his nightmares, but deep down in his roots he still longed to see her for real, in person.
He wondered if he'd ever see that flamey red hair, those green eyes, or that pale snow white skin.
He wondered, so much his roots stung, the rose was again lonely and wished for the girl all over...