Symbolism
The Village
The pale man had stopped on the side of the path, not to rest, but to enjoy the sight of the endless field ahead of him. He noticed that, oddly, the grass had taken on a subtle blue tint. The pale man enjoyed this. To his surprise, however, he began to hear sounds behind him, starting off quietly and rapidly becoming a symphony of life and activity. He turned, curiously.
Small White Rose
Submitted by Theryl on October 19, 2007 - 1:35pm
In the north there grows a rose.
Although she's small and frail yet,
In my dreams I see her; stately and tall,
Covered in blossoms and thorns.
With the birds returning to nest in her branches.
I shall water my rose with blood,
And till her bed with the sword,
That she may grow tall and strong.
