theres an old story a tale of heartache, a white rose was given to a young girl by a young boy
the two were in love back then roses where white, the boy grew into a man and was taken away to fight when he came back he found his love with another bereft with greif he found the rose he gave her and he killed himself over the rose the next day the woman found the rose it was red with the mans blood
distraught she took the mans sword which was still covered with his blood she ran with it and killed the man she had been with as his blood soaked into the earth next to the rose bush, as u see there was only one rose bush back then, like a tree the woman angered at herself and at love hacked it into peices setting free its sporres on the wind then slit her throat the misting blood mixed with the spores and turned all the roses red
so next time you look at a red rose remember that it has thorns wich is the mans sword and the rest is the blood of broken hearts for eventually we all feel that crushing agony.
