Join for FREE | Take the Tour Lost Password?
[x]

deviantART

 




Though the exact details
of her death have become
the things of legend, we
remember her trivialities

and the most unfortunate
circumstances.  They say
she went with red carnations
and that daisies declared

her innocence where she
could not.  Lily of the valley
was, by all accounts, a
white spice in her Nordic

blonde.  Poppies were the
merciful ones, gracing her
eyes with the greatest haze.
Rumor has it that twenty

roses grew in every color
from the soil of her grave,
but all the azaleas gave up on
life when their maiden died.
©2008-2009 ~duanya
:iconduanya:

Author's Comments

Written quite a while ago, but still a favorite. Inspired by the eponymous Shakespearian character.

Comments


love 0 0 joy 0 0 wow 0 0 mad 0 0 sad 0 0 fear 0 0 neutral 0 0
:iconnovelboy:
Say now, I remember this! It's the one that got into the Muse, yeah?
:iconduanya:
Why yes it is! :D

--
"And someone throws a chicken up onto the stage. So I pick it up and throw it back into the crowd I mean, I'm from Detroit, I've never been on a farm: it has feathers and wings...it'll fly."~Alice Cooper
"Sin is the last reality of humanity."~Lord Henry

Details

March 6, 2008
763 bytes
24.0 KB
100×100

Statistics

2
2 [who?]
81 (0 today)
0 (0 today)

Site Map