Репост из: Arcerish : Tomorrow!
PROLOGUE : The Undying Flower.
What power possesses this flower, the one stabbed by a million thorns? That makes it bloom as it archery bleeds, that makes old petals fall as new ones sprout, refusing to dry out. Yes, it wilts and faints, but doesn’t die. Like moon which fades, but remains in sky. Though varying degrees of light and darkness hit, the essence of constancy remains the lifeblood in its veins.
The leaves of the chemical forest trees are falling and the bear remains calm. Well-bloomed red rose petals that accompanied by alluring poisoned butterfly has grown, cherishing all the vivid flavors of the radiant throne in such generosity. With life and time’s every changing and transforming tide, it must accommodate to let go, die and then burst into new life.
What power possesses this flower, the one stabbed by a million thorns? That makes it bloom as it archery bleeds, that makes old petals fall as new ones sprout, refusing to dry out. Yes, it wilts and faints, but doesn’t die. Like moon which fades, but remains in sky. Though varying degrees of light and darkness hit, the essence of constancy remains the lifeblood in its veins.
The leaves of the chemical forest trees are falling and the bear remains calm. Well-bloomed red rose petals that accompanied by alluring poisoned butterfly has grown, cherishing all the vivid flavors of the radiant throne in such generosity. With life and time’s every changing and transforming tide, it must accommodate to let go, die and then burst into new life.