Saintly Sinner Poems

Once upon a time in a disclosed nursery rhyme enclosed beneath the cold shadowy grove of the raging rose blades, there lay an aging knight's tomb from the first crusades and fearlessly inside a bright Snowfire Rose perseveringly stayed, until the light thatched wings of darkness snatched the life of this rose away.

Nonetheless as this breathless legend goes, little did the Angel of Death thoroughly know that what lay in this inconsequential flower of snow was not only the power of potential prognostication but the endowed indwelling determination to illuminate the world with its blossoming transformation.
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