Golden Thorn

By SMYGO4EVA

As long as evil has existed, so has the light. And like everyone says, two halves make a whole, either of both thorns and petals or in between. Good and evil exist in everyone, and they are free to choose either side. Well, we all know that those elements can coalesce, in which would result in breaking the sacred silence of nature.

Each individual has only one perception in all things. For example, a red carnation is meant to signify admiration, while a white carnation symbolizes pure love, and the white chrysanthemum means truth. The acacia also signifies a secret love. They mean one thing, but can think another. In the garden of life and death, they can.

Two blossoms of light are the most pure and innocent of all the lights in the garden of silk black. Every single flower has withered and perished because of the tempestuous rain, but only two flowers can withstand the urge to let go of what they cherish, seeing no need for the vibrant colors to suffer. In the dangerous of storms and the awakening of lust, the blossoms held what was dear to their hearts and they never let go, fighting until the last breath.

The two flowers would blossom and wither away soon. They have seen the black and slithering darkness firsthand, and they have witnesses the bloodshed spilled by the demonic spirits of night. They are alike, the two blossoms, as the similarities were uncanny. They would combine so the darkness would never prevail, but their once vibrant colors are now pale; the blossoms were destroyed. Destroyed by their own hearts, by their golden thorn.