Snow White & Rose Red
By SMYGO4EVA
The snow that is white and dripping with blood of its lover, the rose, is shivering. Shivering by the iciness of the tragedy left in the whitest of lies and the stab of betrayal.
A rose, the flower that can never love because of its thorns, condemned by the tempting urges to fully know another being and finally become one to never have been become aware of. The thorns can hurt anyone who goes near them, because if they did, they would bring suffering and pain upon themselves. The incisors of her curse you can never love anyone were the jaws of her doom.
The snow, the shuddering white sheet of blanket that sheathes the ground with the icy feel of its heart, set off the heartless words and mindless deeds of pure hatred. Nothing but a parody of happiness of love, the snow thought. It's an illusion, so if the rose couldn't love anyone, nobody could. Nobody would.
Beautiful as they were, they can't be together for, as they couldn't love but only hate. Every other human being was useless to them, only drones of betrayal and corruption. Icy mentality and red blood dripping onto the white sheet of Earth would only remain if they ever tried to love anyone. Not any single soul would be loved ever again.