Chills down her spine,
As she runs in the cold, dark night,
Rose petals falling to the ground,
Just like her tears.
Moon glowing radiantly,
Lighting the way as she slows to a stop,
Her dress flowing in the wind,
Holding a single rose in her hand.
Catching her breath,
Hands shaking,
She looks back one last time,
To look death in its face.