Black Rose Christmas

Go where the black rose soundly sleeps, in the garden of silence, where books move restlessly, longing to be read. Gently waken the sleeping rose, nearly lost in dream-filled slumber. Take the waking rose, longing for the warm rays of the sun, and take her to the land of falling snow, with plains of shimmering crystal. Carry her to the giant emerald tree, where the mysterious gifts and offerings are laid. Before these gifts can open, words of forgiveness must be said. Many of the gifts are opened, all of the offerings are feasted upon, not one left untried. The day is past and yet the snow remains falling. the fragile black rose sleeps once more in the garden of silence, where nothing is heard. But everything is seen.

This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.1 Australia License.