A singular crimson rose lays before the fire of passion, warmth, everlasting.
All around hang the cobwebs and dreams of yesterdays.
The faint smell of a dying scent wavers throughout the everlasting walls of hell.
Now the enamel coat of emotion,  smells thicker and darker than ever before.
The light flutter of a bat drifts through the silent filled room, the rose petals slowly start to break away from the bud.
In the hidden depths of distance, the cold sobs of an angel fall unheard.
Her wings frail, the feathers scattered over the ground like lost memories.
The air grows thicker as emotion mixes creating a rapturous draw,that slowly deconstructs the thoughts of life eternal.
Crystal orbs fall off her heavenly crown, as does the colourful lust of her eyes, draining themselves into a lost oblivion,
Silver strands of the crown unwrap themselves as a butterfly does from its cocoon, blowing faintly within the cold breeze of fate.
Glitter falls from her touch, the thoughts falling from her hands, like the sands of time; Never being able to be grasped again.
Fire sparks from the ash of her deadened body, rising into the air, stronger wings flap and waver themselves in the breeze,
A soft warm Phoenix rises instead of the angels deadended  place, to continue her life in serenity