Death Speaking To A Rose

What Is This Task You Ask Of Me ? To Kill This Rose, Indeed It Has Been My Friend. Even The Reaper Needs A Friend. This Rose Has Been My Comfort, And In Life Will Always Come Death. For I Am The Befriended And The Enemy Of The World. My Tears And Moans Of Moarning Will Be Of Little Excuse For The Killing Of My Friend. All I Know Is The Ending , I Invest In The End. Always Have I Felt The Need To Reach For A Light I Could Not See , But Here I Am At such A Time , Murdering My Rose. Rose? Is It Your Time? Those Who Kill Know Of The Sound Of Heartbreak. I Wish I Could See You Dear Rose Forever, But As The Flower Must Live The Reaper Must Kill. This Is Your End, My Rose.