A/N (This is a poem I wrote a while ago but I forgot that I could post it here.)
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White rose from my beloved will you hear me out, there's a wicked story about ones life. I had all that mattered witch include my life, but when all seemed calm they came with knifes, they tricked my beloved and made her crawl into a void witch was her fall.
White rose o white rose it's raining blood, my beloved's on the ground with love pouring out
White rose o white rose it's raining tears, my eyes won't stop cause all I see are my fears.
White rose o white rose they're coming now, they heard my cries and came running to fight.
White rose from my beloved can you see it now, the darkness keeps coming in this sad and wicked night.
White rose have you seen the person in this night had become lost in a murderus sight. She stole their knifes and took their lives, white rose do you believe this story about her wicked mind.
White rose o white rose it's raining blood, but this time it's not my beloveds or mine.
White rose o white rose it's raining tears they're on their knees begging for no more fears.
White rose o white rose they're coming now, the grim reapers of death chose my life.
White rose from my beloved have you heard it now, the wicked story about my life, my sad and bad mind that became lost from sight during the dark night.
