::: Black Rose :::

Roses are black especially when they are dead
But my black rose is the rose of life
The mother of creation and the vessel of life
The Xen from the beginning of time
It’s my heart, my soul and my spirit.
And everything spiritual is born from it.

The rose covered in the shadows
Shrouded in mystery and darkness
The past, present and the future.
It’s the key of life. With the mysteries of time
Beyond the stars and the heavens and the dreams of Xion.

Written by: ~ .: Sacred :.

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