Hated dreams of Scarlet-
lingering,
behold a solitary crimson rose
in darkness, heavy laden with blood.
A droplet falls,
sending a nearly inaudible thud resounding
and the low vibration is felt
throughout the blackness
Sadness showing on the petals of this crimson rose
A never-ending shadow.
The burden of the blood
slowly killing the rose.
As it sits there in the darkness-
alone.
The dreamscape changes,
a single eye gradually appears.
It looks sad,
as if it was just crying.
There is pain in it; a deep, mournful pain
a lonely tear falls,
whispering of the agonies of yesterday.
It lands,
and the same sound and vibration are there,
just as the drop of blood-
then all is silent...
The rose reappears-
and the eye penetrates the heart of the rose
ever-seeking; learning the rose's heart.
Suddenly, a petal falls
gleaming in the low light-
then disappears into the darkness.
Soon heard is another low thud,
but this is different; it turns to a low rumble
then continues, getting louder.
The eye slowly closes, then disappears in a wisp
The rose, alone again, looks even more sorrowful
as the rumble turns into a continuous thunder.
Then, almost as in a sigh,
it wilts-and passes away,
into darkness, once more...
forever...
Scarlet dreams of hatred
for this rose of crimson

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