There was black.
And there was white.

In the silence of the morning mist,
a golden halo frames a pale face,
set and stern,
stiff above a coal-black gown that
brushes against the shiny marble
in the dewy grass.
Numb,
she reads the words,
finely chiseled
into rocky gray…
new and
dead.
A tear splashes on
the cold
gravestone.

Let me show you my garden, so you may understand why I love it as much as I do.
Here, on this ornate bench beneath the cascade of Rose vines, my heart first opened up to love. The hand that turned back the petals and revealed the heart was the hand that put this ring on my finger.
Here, under the boughs of these cherry blossoms, I learnt that this Love must die a young death.
'Twas walking between the rows of gardenias here that my broken heart was healed.

Here's another of those weekly contests I've doing: I'll share the prompt and the story! 

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Guess what! You get to do a story based off of a painting… and here it is!

http://www.erasofelegance.com/arts/gallery/eleighton/eleighton5.jpg

I once knew

Don’t move. My eyes squeeze shut like a hiding child.  The air throbs with my enemy’s approach. Go away, goaway-goaway. Terror pulls the air from my lungs in an unwilling scream. Save me. Save me.

Dissonance presses against my heart; everything fades…

Flickering candlelight caresses my eyelids. “Abigail, can you hear me? Child?” Despite pain stabbing my body, relief floods my mind.  Scarlet streaks blur my vision as I open my eyes. 

In summer dawn of dewy gold,
Comes a meeting of the roses.
For the gathering that they hold
Of the meeting of the roses,
Of white and pink and scarlet bold.
For the meeting of the roses.
In the pink air of the morning cold,
For the congress of the roses.

Liquid silver dew,
Crimson red petals,
They gather together,
They begin life a-new.
Growing in color,
Smiles they bring,
Their beauty unmatched,
Of earth do they sing.
Through their season they bloom,
Alas they must die.
Nothings eternal,
So life shall pass by.
A new rose may take,
place of an old.
So new life is given,
To us it is told.
The new bring forth life,
The old fade away,
Together they are creation,
Together they will stay.

Liquid silver dew,
Crimson red petals,
They gather together,
They begin life a-new.
Growing in color,
Smiles they bring,
Their beauty unmatched,
Of earth do they sing.
Through their season they bloom,
Alas they must die.
Nothings eternal,
So life shall pass by.
A new rose may take,
place of an old.
So new life is given,
To us it is told.
The new bring forth life,
The old fade away,
Together they are creation,
Together they will stay.