By Blake A. Litchfield

a.k.a. FFVIIGuru,Staff Member of B*B/Rose Exodus

"It Was A Cold,Withered,Autumn,during that year,that year of crimson tears..."

Glass bones,papyrus skin,so fragile....so fragile,she was.
O mercy,please have mercy upon thy soul.
Should thy stop digging,when in a hole?
O the horror he brought.
Shelter and happiness is what we all sought.
Under the guiding light of an ebony moon...and sheathed by scarlet skies.

"It Was A Cold,Withered,Autumn,during that year,that year of crimson tears..."

What happens to the beauty of a rose when it is withered?
What happens when thy soul is tugged hither and thither?
I was blinded by the deep sleep,over each summer,
Due to the curse of insensarity.
But I have explained the curse blatently,
For I would awaken each Withered Autumn,left to enjoy my only my dreams.

"It Was A Cold,Withered,Autumn,during that year,that year of crimson tears..."

I can no longer fear,
No longer hear,
Forever left withought sight,
I am given the worst eternal plight.
No more physical existence,
I am forbidden to hear that sweet,succulent rhapsody of thy maidens voice.
I have been deemed insane.INSANE?!
All that I have left is thes for walls surrounding me...

I have been left......Foul.