Undead Rose - White Salgado, ver 2.

Описание: There was once upon a time in another era,
A frozen woodland where the winter grew severer,
And the guardian was a girl so still,
An undead maiden born of absolute chill.
No breath or heartbeat inside her abode,
A silent legacy her history showed,
Winstar the Wolf was her loyal friend,
To a blank-faced protector, all knees would bend.
If you’re short on feelings, it’s a natural thing,
Just study the warmth that the humans bring,
To the bitter souls who claim I lack a mind,
I’ll freeze your grief and leave it behind.

Undead roses
Steadily grow,
With an array of pale-white snow,
But the negative emotions that want to stay,
Will freeze in ice and melt away.

The maiden held a love for a man
Of blue, who became her greatest fan,
With a snappy temper and a fierce, sharp tongue,
Their frozen fates together were strung.
The warrior sister saw this with rage,
Trapped in a jealous, miserable cage,
She barked her orders, full of bitter spite,
And wished for the death of the girl in white.
The words of hatred were sharp and profound,
Leaving the maiden to weep without sound,
The unliving girl who felt so much pain,
Fell completely silent in the winter rain.

Undead roses
Steadily grow,
With an array of silent woe,
Even though the flower is so very refined,
The frost has driven the garden to decline.

To save the maiden was a hopeless task,
When jealousy wore a protective mask,
Through a silent treatment and a broken bond,
The ties were severed to the world beyond.
The specialized stake was driven right through,
An irreversible wish that tragically came true,
Her perfect body could no longer fight,
As she dissolved into sparkles of light.
Once she fell, the winter grew cold,
The sudden end of a story untold,
The fragile doll who never learned to smile,
Was gone from the world for a long, long while.
“I just wanted to be normal...”


Undead roses
Steadily grow,
With an array of final snow,
How the paradise that she built from her grace,
Left a broken doll in a tiny glass place.

There was once upon a time in another era,
A frozen woodland where the winter grew severer,
And the guardian was a girl so still,
An undead maid born of absolute chill.
Her physical essence was trapped in a frame,
A snowglobe necklace that bore her name,
While a sixteen-year-old boy with a living soul,
Wears half her spirit to make himself whole.
At the time that eventually came,
The winter winds whispered her name,
Though her frozen heart rests in stasis and sleep