The blood drenched rose withers away as time pass’s by, the never ending onslaught upon the battle field, upon the morning light, there shines a hill soaked in a thick red liquid, the vultures circle over head to feast on the soon to be rotting corpses of the great war of the bloody rose on the battle field, with the succulent nutrients soaking into the earth, the waste land soon turns into a wonderful field of white roses with a single rose tainted with blood, and dyed red to mark the spot where once a mighty and fierce battle was had.
(P.S. this was kinda... meh had nothing else)
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