• Death is like a winters night. . . .
    Cold, Mournful, Lonely...
    A soulless body hanged in the air
    with a bloody rose in the victims hands...
    a girl who had her heart broken into pieces...never to be found....
    and the flower stands for her name and her love for her lover who hurt her, blamed and lied..
    And on a dark, sad winter night...
    she hanged herself with bloody tears running down her cold pale white lifeless cheek...
    never to be loved again...
    and when her lover walked down the stone path next morning...
    he saw her body hanging in the tree with the rose he gave her and saw that he did something horrible to his true love..
    so he hanged himself next to her holding her lifeless cold hand while he slowly dies and waits to be with her in the night sky on a winters night......