Darkness's Rose A Children's Story for Adults
A time long ago, in a land far away.
There was a small village filled with good people it seems.
Hardworking and true these people were.
They laughed and they cried as they lived out their dreams.
But in this far away land not all was so bright.
Even in this world there are some who hide from the light.
And in these dark shadows darkness did roam.
In that far dark castle, darkness called home.
It carried no name. It carried no face.
All who saw were scared or appalled,
Of the shadowy figure with the long gnarled claws.
So named after its home Darkness it was called.
Hidden from eyes that have no right to judge.
From here Darkness ruled his own unseen world.
And in this world which none but he can see,
Is where our story truly unfurled.
The castle was ruined falling apart,
And every dark corner would shoot fear in man's heart.
No servant or guard would ever been seen.
Darkness lived here by himself in dark serene.
The castle gave nothing for anyone to want it.
Except maybe to Darkness who left only ever few nights.
For leaving during day was just too troublesome.
For sunlight did burn and blind his sight.
There was one thing that the castle had,
That Darkness would never replace.
The garden, now aged and long dead,
Was the one place his dark heart embraced.
And here he did work since the long forgotten past.
Trying to bring life to that which had long passed.
The flowers were dead, the ground long blighted.
But Darkness toiled onward. The hopes in his heart ignited.
"A flower will bloom.
Make no mistake.
I'll bring life back to my garden,
And end my eternal aches."
Darkness eyes burned like the night moon,
As he did boldly declared.
His voice holding a cold rasp,
Like the night air.
And night in and night out Darkness toiled the lands,
With nothing more than his barren clawed hands.
Still he did bleed and his blood specked the ground,
But still he worked on, though new cuts were abound.
His efforts seemed wasted.
His goal simply in vain.
But every night he did work,
Despite all his pain.
How long did he work?
100, 200, or maybe 300 years or so.
Perhaps Gods pity such a pitiful ghost?
Or perhaps Devils simply give gifts so we think it was Gods who bestow.
Darkness returned to his garden one night,
And amazed as he was at a marvelous sight.
A single rose did now stand alone in the garden,
And Darkness rushed off an quickly begged her pardon.
"Forgive me my lady for not being here sooner,
Allow me to draw you fresh water and soil.
It'll be just a moment, I'll be right back.
Do not worry for I draw pleasure from the toil."
Again its only a short preview. The actual work is going to be much longer and hopefully publish, but before then I need to find an artist. As I said I want to the story to mimic fairy tales of old and I'm hoping to get an artist to lend support with a similar art style. Well I guess I should finish it first. Do let me know what you think of it so far.