Graceful twirls caught the eye; leaping, pirouetting across the ice. Sweet fragrances further to further entice. Ruby leotard, coral blush, and a sweet conceit of tone to bring trophies home.
Upon her doorstep a scarlet Rose.
Sweet scent, finger prick.
Coppery taste of blood.
Taken into the dark.
Amongst Geraniums, Cardinals, in still repose.
sanguine streaks on pale…
Upon the glass the Dark Prince bestows
a single white Rose.