Roses give you beauty, but can they give you purpose?

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Luck made me rue,
The days of my youth.

Determined to find life, Roseluck sits tight, her eyes straight and emotionless. She must find the light or she will take flight with the sounds of those that are hollow. Carefully reasoning the reasons to live, Roseluck will find the will to forgive. Hopefully life will not capture her in stride, for all that's left is nothing but her hide.

If she chooses to do nothing, then one must think the light is fake…

…and a wreath of blood red roses will lay in its wake.

Picture done by: Raikoh.