The Dead Bride by me. tell me what you think.....

[ChefWalley]

Note: This is just a rough copy so bear with me.

chapter 1


Love chokes the mist of the air,
Sweetly down pours its sensitive anger,
Not to sensitive to murder,
Can it murder?
Has love begun a new game?
Flirting with a person's heart,
Like a knife itching through with no regret,
Will anyone fall into the trap?
Getting high is the drug,
PRICLESS!
Today, love finds nothing.
Tomorrow, love finds a new home.
How long will this love last?

Dawn of midnight strikes,
Past the hour as gone by,
As the moon brightens the night skies.
A flash of blood drips down a beautiful face,
With whispering winds blowing,
Her black hair begins to flicker back and forth.
With her head softy falling backwards in a slow motion
Like her body was floating in the air,
Like a feather that has fallen of a bird.

She landed in a beautiful garden no one has ever seen.
Colors of the roses,
Blue, white, red, pink
Amazing, she wasn't aware
Her eyes were glued into her head.
Was she dead?
What was her name?
Why was she wearing a wedding dress?
Is this a dream?
Who is to go about the truth?

She was laying there not moving,
Stoned like a rock,
Thorns of the roses were sharp of a blade,
So sharp that they can, can, can,
Rip right into the pale white flesh,
Blood was dripping out as if someone was squeezing an orange,
This made her beautiful white silky wedding dress red.
You could see tears here and there,
But nothing was to revealing.
Blood odor stained the perfect smell of the roses,
Turning them to die.
Was she ever going to wake up?

A gasp has sounded,
Echoed in the dull night,
Breathing heavenly to recoup the lost air,
Tears, she began to see blood
“I am I dead,” she thought
She never realized that love had murdered her,
Her heart was missing, but still beating rapidly
Pounding faster as the clock ticks
Death has arrived or did it?
She couldn’t tell any more.

With her sexy blue eyes,
She gazed at the beauty,
The beauty of the rose garden.
She smiled.
“I must be in heaven.”

Seconds have passed,
She began to smell an awkward stench,
Her eyes were will fill with tears,
She began to see blood,
Gagging to an almost explosive puke.
Was this place her new home?

“Walk away” a cheerful woman says softy
But she couldn’t
“Walk away” a voice of a bitter angry man says
But she still couldn’t move,
How could she move when she had no legs?
Did they just disappear into thin air?
She tried to scream,
She tried again, and again…
Gasping for lost in her voice.

In matter of seconds,
Everything she just saw turned black,
She couldn’t even move her arms,
Her sweet mind suddenly blanked out.

Love is like violence,
It has the tensions of killing,
Murdering the ones it loves so dear.



Chapter 2

A beauty of a thousand lines,
Can either be drawn or written,
With eyes that have nothing to say,
Barely spewing out words.
Imaginative, drawn of some art,
That never falls apart.
Magic that fools the eyes,
With paint that has never been touched,
Or even been thought of.

With hair dark as night,
Drifting of a wonderful smell…
A smell that never goes away,
Perhaps a freshly baked apple pie,
No, a rose of some sort,
Captures the eyes,
Lightly eases the heart,
Pleases the unlying nose,
Reminding of amazing waterfall,
not in any way, shape or form seems to disappear.

“Oh please smile some more.”
Her lips where stunning,
With a smile that tickles,
Colorful like a bright red apple.
“If one kiss would be poisonous,
Will I be dead?
A tainted kiss to put me asleep,
Hardly Imagining why?”

I always thought love was a beautiful thing,
It feels like a sting that never goes away,
Thunderstorms to the pounding heart
Making the horses run wild,
Pounding on the drums
Thump, thump, thump,
At the moment, I couldn’t begin understand it.
But I felt trapped,
Eagerly wanting to know more.

Amazingly her eyes were the ocean breeze,
That swims with the world,
Ships to sail a pond forth.
Glaring like a helpless child,
A helpless child who couldn’t reach that cookie jar,
But stood there thinking of ways to get it.

To me, her eyes were made of gold,
As if I struck the jackpot,
Millions if you will,
But money wasn’t the prize.

I was lost in the moment sake,
Shake me awake,
If I dare sleep.

The moment comes when the moment says,
When it says is invisible,
Knocking on the door,
Can you hear the ticking of the clock?

I scramble to find a rose with a name,
Thy lay hidden in the woods (I suppose),
A forest perhaps of weary sounds.

There she walks into the darken forest,
With weary sounds that echoes,
Howls that creeps down the spine,
I just follow her.

Just like winds,
She vanished into thin air,

Weary sounds begin to itch,
Bleed its way into my heart,
So I walk toward the sound,
As it gets louder,
I can see a lovely rose garden.

A bright yellow light,
Was shining down over the humble little thing.
It maybe the most strangest thing,
That a garden like this one was in the middle of a scary forest,
Like the ones in scary movies.

The other side of the scary forest was easily seen,
But when you started walking,
the garden started to stretch,
Making it seem endless.

Birds would sing songs to ease your hearts,
With a tune that cannot be played,
With winds that gusted glamorous flowers and rose pedals,
Back and forth to guide you around,
Trees stood as the tallest giant,
Glancing weird with a happy smile,
A voice would say “time to relax and escape your troubles”

You could be trapped,
And I doubt that someone would even care.

Glazed around my eyes,
A women was kneeling down,
As she seemed edger to smell the roses,
With her long black hair brushing against the wind,
She picks a rose,
A rainbow rose to be exact.

To my surprise there was only one of its kinds.
I never seen one so brightly,
For that matter, heard of one.

“Hello.”

She responded in the sweetest voice, “Hi there,”

My heart melted,
As if it was an ice cube.

“I saw you following me,
Why, may I ask?,
On such a day like this,
How did you end up in a place as strange as this one?”

“I wanted to go on a hiking trip…”

“At this time of night,
Dark as you can see over there,
But sunny as the dickens can see here.”

“Well I can be pretty crazy,
I wanted to do something different,
Tired of the same old thing.
I wanted to try something new.”

Blazed with a moment of eager,
I stood still as I watch this pretty lady,
She proceeds to smell the rainbow colored rose.

“This rainbow rose is the symbol of every color coming together,
For a common cause,
Love is love,
But what is hate when it only brings torment.”

She walks over to me,
Grabbing my hand,
And releasing the rose into it.

“Hold on to it,
It shall bring you good luck.”

“I will.”

“By the way my name is Terra,
But everyone calls me Rosalina.”

“I am Blake,
Blake Owens.
Wow this place is gorgeous.” I responded

Rosalina grabbed my hand,
And in the other I was still holding the rainbow rose.

For a few brief moments there was silence,
Silence as to tell me you can hear a pin drop,
Clunk, clunk…
But these few moments I was lost with words,
I couldn’t really speak.

Rosalina began to speak “Yes…,
Why, thank you.
This is my garden,
I call this place ‘Silence of Beauty’.
A place where I come to relax,
Escape the adversity of life.
I free my mind by planting one new rose,
You may call this my therapy.
Here is one place I can say I’m happy”

Rosalina with her enthusiast smile,
Was leading me around the rose garden.

Time was a wasting,
But I did not care.

“People usually deal with pain there own way,
Growing roses is my drug…” she softly spoke

I blinked for a brief second,
She poofed,
As if a flame from a stove is being shutting off.

[ChefWalley]

Chapter 8

Rosalina’s eyes slowly opened,
Glaring into my eyes,
Rivers of love was floating around,
Dropping us under the waterfall.
Hugging to survive,
A kiss ever so gentle never felt softer,
Sometimes it felt as if it had been a mountain of tidal waves
But It couldn’t been nothing more than soft kiss,
It has angrily begun to beg for mercy,
Wanting more,
I soon felt trapped,
No point of escaping.

“Wow, you have the most beautiful kiss,
Such kiss reminds me of those Hershey Kisses,
Making me want to have another,
Shall I say I do want another?”

Nothing could stop me from wanting another one.

“Oh Blake, I shall never torment you
My kisses are yours to keep forever
As long as you keep me safe,
Love me as I so desire,
Hold me so I can never leave.”

I could not help but smile,
Making my sides twist into knot,
A love knot of forever.

‘Ring, Ring,Ring…’
My cell phone loudly going off

“Did I really want to get off and answer the phone” I thought to myself
I had an angel in my arms and everything was perfect.
What more could I ask for.

I got off from the top of Rosalina to answer it,
The phone was sitting across the room near the computer.

Stitches name appeared across the screen,
So I pressed talk on the little grey old phone,
(It had been an old cell phone that did not have a camera)

“Hello Blake.”

“Hello Stitches. How is it going?”

“It is going great,
There is nothing better than practice.”

“Oh that’s right your concert is tonight at ten.
I am bringing my love of my life Rosalina.”

I could not help the fact that Rosalina
(Pretty as the day I met her),
Is sitting over there twirling her black hair,
Giggling at me,
It reminded me of one those girls,
That was trying to win your affection,
It was so cute that she already had my heart.

“Oh tonight I get to finally meet her.
Blake I will steal her away from you.”
She said sarcastically

“Go right ahead and try.
Hahahahaha.”
As I was trying not laugh

Stitches was always after my girlfriends,
But I knew she had been messing around,
She loves to fuck with me,
Tries to get inside my head,
She knows I am much smarter than I appear.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah we will see about that,
But anyway I am glad you’re coming,
Tonight is going to be kickass.”

“Really!, How kickass?”

“Crazy shit will erupt
My sole will fuck the surface
Empower my rage,
Intensify the crowed,
Feed me hungry sheep,
I said feed me.”

“Sweet.., I’ll be sure and not miss the show.”

“I have to try and press a record label.”

“Which record label?”

“Some record label named Kroch.
If I don’t impress,
Then it’s a fist in the air,
A finger in their face.”

I could hear Rey talking in the background.
Rey was stitches’s bass player,
He yelled out loud
“Time for another practice session.”

Stitches and I both said our goodbyes.
Then we hung up.

Rosalina got off from the couch,
She walked over to me,
Grabbing my hand.

Her hand felt smooth,
As if I was touching silk.
I didn’t want to ever let go.

“Blake sweetie, I am getting a little hungry.”
She said in quite tone

“Okay let’s go.”

[ChefWalley]

Chapter 9

I didn’t have a car,
As I remembered,
It had been totaled the previous day.
So I had to pull out my trusty old moped.

“I haven’t used this thing in ages.”
I told Rosalina

“Really!,
That thing looks pretty bran new to me.”

I am quite curious as to what Rosalina could be staring at,
The damn thing had dents and a broken mirror.
It had to be the hunger,
Once the hunger kicks in,
It can make you see crazy things,

I handed Rosalina a helmet to wear,
She brushed her hair to her side,
As if she didn’t want to mess her hair up,

When I put the key inside the key hole to tart up the moped,
I heard,
“Blake, Sweetie, I am cold.”

“Okay darling I will get you a jacket.”

I went into the house,
Looking into the front room closet,
As laid near the front door,
There had been full of jackets,
(I had been a collector)
I couldn’t decide which one to grab.
Then I decide I would give Rosalina my favorite.
A leather jacket,
Made out crocodile skin,
Of course it was fake,
I didn’t believe in killing animals for their skin,
Stitches would have me hanged for it if I did,
I could not help but laugh,
She had been a strong supporter of the PETA,
For long as I known her.

Rosalina was sitting on the moped freezing,
So I put the jacket around her beautiful slim figure,
I couldn’t help but give her a kiss on the check.

“Sweetie, thank you.”

I just smile and nodded.

The moon was shining ever so brightly,
Lighting up the city,
Almost making it seem morning,
The cold wind brushing against us,
It had been awfully noisy as we road,
Cars honking every second.

“Asshole,
Get off the road.”
As the angry driver said

“Fuck you,
Just move around us”

The moped could only do 25 mp,
But I didn’t seem to care as I had Rosalina with me,
That’s what matter the most,
I believed Rosalina didn’t care too,
As she would hold me tightly,
Hugging me perhaps,
As she lays her head on my shoulder.

“Such a gorgeous night”
She whispered in to my ear

We pulled into the parking lot,
A huge parking lot with no one even here,
River Walk had been empty at this time of year,
It was only late winter.

I had helped Rosalina off the moped,
Grabbing her hand,
Walking towards the steps,
That led to the beach.
Sand started to get in my shoes,
So I kicked them off,
Rosalina copied me,
Which in fact I found to be cute.
The winds were very strong,
Blowing heavier than a weak leaf blower,
Trying to move leaves,
As her blue dress started to move,
Dance if you will,
In sequence with the wind.
I spun Rosalina around,
Making her dizzy,
Falling to her back,
I suddenly tripped.

We both laughed for hours,
Only though it had been only minutes.

The sky was becoming darker,
As each second ticks,
I grabbed Rosalina,
And started to walk towards the blanket,
The red little fuzzy blanket,
Candles everywhere,
roses all around,
Candle by moonlight dinner.

“Wow you planned this?”

“what can I say,
Romance is my middle name”

“Hehehehehehehehehehehe.”
Such a soft giggling laughter,
Rosaline couldn’t help but remind of one of those shy Japanese girls,
That you just wanted to be within your fantasy.

“Thy shall wonder,
On the mist of the moon light,
Guided, beyond the hearts,
Thou go without saying a word,
Talk as we never spoke,
Here is the path of the night,
Take a feast out of the wonders,
Didist know that I can cook,
My skills surpass my thinking,
My romance is slightly of key,
Bu I will do anything my heart wants,
And I know it wants you.”

“Do I take gamble,
Shall I say that I love you,
Fearest all we have known each other a few days,
I gamble as if I know I will win,
I dance if my legs forbid poetry,
Hidden in the ruins of the night,
Knocking on the door,
Begs let me in ,
Love me,
love it says,
em sevas evol”

“I love you.”
I knew it felt right to say it.

“I love you too.”
Rosalina responded.

We sat down,
Then I began to light all the candles.
I passed Rosalina the basket of food,

“I have made some turkey sandwiches,
But for dessert,
triple-decker chocolate cake,
Dripping down with chocolate pudding,
Oozing with fresh strawberries.”
Rosalina’s eyes glared with excitement,
As I told her .

I always thought women loved chocolate,
I have been told,
‘win a women’s heart with chocolate,
She love you forever’

“aw,
I cannot wait to try that cake,
Sounds oh so tempting.”

I began to pass out the sandwiches,
They weren’t very appetizing,
Dull at best,
Just plain old white bread with turkey.

Now with cake,
Rosalina’s eyes were drooling,
Heaping with greed,

I cut a piece out of the cake,
And I gently shoved a piece into her mouth,
As it smeared across her lips,
I gave her a kiss,
When I pulled away,
She pull me back in for another kiss,
Our eyes locked for while,
Then I suddenly grabbed another piece,
This time smearing across her face,

“oh that’s it buddy,
You’re going to get it.”

“you wish,
If you can catch me”
As I started to run.

Without hesitation,
Rosalina started to chase me,
I was heading towards the ocean,
The waves coming in vastly,
She was right behind me,
As I turn around,
Me jumped on me knocking me over into the water.
I thought she was going to punch me,
Oh no,
She started to kiss me repeatedly,
More passionly than ever.

We started to roll around until I landed on top of her,
Staring into her eyes,
I knew at that moment,
That lust had begun to grow,
And everything else became a blur,
I ripped of my shirt and pants,
I was butt naked before I knew anything ,
And I felt harder than a rock,
Freezing my ass off,
But I did not care,
I started to feel Rosalina in whole new way,
Rubbing my hands all over her beautiful slim figure

At that moment nothing seemed more perfect,
Rosalina and I had started to make sweet passionate love,
Not some crazy porno style,
But the most romantic way,
A person can show its true love,
Knowing it had been strong as an unbreakable bond

“Rosalina, I love you.”

“Oh, Blake, I love you.”

[ChefWalley]

Chapter 10

We lay under the moon,
Glaring at the art,
Drawing amazing emotion,
That we created,
Love was never stronger,
I felt happy,
With that glorious smile,
My heart had fire,
No such desire,
Had been seen,
In my mind I knew,
The strangest idea,
I only had know her for a few days,
But I couldn’t help that I wanted to be with her,
As in a lifetime of days,
Years of death till do us part?



Rosalina and I made our way to the club,
“Key Light Club”
The place wasn’t too big or small,
About average to fit 500 people,
It had couches on the second floor,
But that was off limits,
It had been set aside for the V.I.P.

“I am going to the restroom Blake.”

“Okay.
I’ll get us something to drink.”

Suddenly, I was tackled from behind,
Knocking me down to the ground,
I thought cops were arresting me,
It turned out to be Stitches,
She loved to do dumb shit like that.

“Please get off me.”

“No!”

Stitches had her battle ready outfit on,
Cop glasses,
And in her blond hair,
She was wearing a red bandana
But it wasn’t covering her head,
She had her hair in a pig tail,
The bottom of her hair had been dyed hair purple
She loved wearing crazy suits,
This suit looked as if she was member of the swat team,
She even had those black gloves on her hand,
With those big black steel toe boots,
Could she even go crazy in them?

“So you’re ready for the show?
Damn Rosalina is taking a long time in the potty.”
As I was getting off the ground.

“What do you think I am not?
I have to put a hole in that dudes head,”
She points over to the left,
“He’s the asshole I have to impress,”
He had been wearing a suit to the show,
Why on earth would you do that?,
“She takes forever in the potty
I was wondering where your chick was,
I thought she left you for some other dude,
Or should I say chick.”

“Hahahahahaha
No, she would never do that.”
As I respond to Stitches,
“Oh, over there,
The girl in the blue dress wearing my favorite fake leather jacket,”
I waved franticly for Rosalina too see me
“ROSALINA.”
I shouted so she can hear me

“Blake, there you are,
Sorry I took forever”

“It’s okay,
Um Rosalina this is Stitches,
Stitches this is Rosalina.”

“Hi.”
So Rosalina said in a shy voice,

“Hi there pretty.”
As Stitches went to give Rosalina a hug.

“You want to steal her way from me,
I see it your eyes.”
I blurted out sarcastically

“Why yes.”
She gave Rosalina a little kiss on the cheek

I knew she was just was just messing with me,
Rosalina seemed freaked out by this,
“Rosalina she just messing,
She tries to take my girlfriend’s way from me,
She happens to like girls by the way”

“Oh, really,
I don’t have a problem with that,
She is quite pretty herself,
I might as well leave with her tonight,
And leave you behind,”
She tried keeping a straight face
But she broke out laughing

“Hahaha don’t scare me.”

“Really let’s head backstage”

Stitches started to walk us toward the back,
It had a fence blocking the back with security guards,
Big scary looking men,
Went to the end of the hall,
And went into the dressing room,

“Fuck, I am hungry.”
Stitches shouted out

We went into the room and sat on the couch,
“Nice place,
I never been to a concert before.”
Rosalina said

“Well be careful,
It’s going to be crazy.”

“Yeah I will protect her,
When all the crazy moshing is going on.
And I would die if anything happens to Rosalina.”

“Yeah good man you are,”
You couldn’t make out anything she said,
Stitches was munching down on a salad,
“There is a fridge with food,
You’re welcome to take whatever you want.”

Stitches grabbed the remote for the boom box,
All the sudden,
You heard fast passed drumming and fast guitars.

“I don’t care, I don’t care…”

The song playing was called Breed by Nirvana,
Stitches was a huge fan,
I wasn’t that huge of a fan,
But a fan none the less
This happened to be her favorite song by them

Stitches just started jamming out in her room,
“Will you guys jam with me?”

“I never heard music like this before”
Rosalina shouted to be heard over the boom box

“It’s called breed by a band called Nirvana,
Good o’l classic grudge music,”
Stitches responds grabbing Rosalina’s hand

“It’s pretty good”
Rosalina responded jamming with Stitches

I could help but stare at Rosalina,
She seemed happy dancing and jamming,
With her blue dress going everywhere,
I just knew in my heart Rosalina is the one,
So perfect for me I could cry,
A helpless man in love,
I never felt this strong for any girl,
Actually I never really loved any girls I’ve dated,
Rosalina somehow over powers me with her might,
Her little nose that scrunches up when she smiles,
I get all giggly and plainly act stupid,
Love is a drug that is greatly free,
I am so addicted that I can never escape,
I really am high off love 24/7.

“Stitches 5 minutes to playing time.”
The manager of her band yelled out
When opened the door.

“Okay.”
She responded

We left the dressing room,
And made our way to the dance floor area.
Then the lights went out …

“STICHES, STICHES, STICHES!”
The crowed kept yelling

Soft eerie music starts to play with slow passed drums,
The bass going ‘THUMP’ every second,
And guitar is making some weird scratching sound.


Stitches came on stage wearing a bike helmet,
And in her hand a black baseball bat,
An old looking tube TV seemed to be out of place.

Stitches began to speak softly,
“Defy the nation,
One eye at a time,
As simple crimes
Raging sins,
Morals of the dead
Beneath the structure,
Dancing wildly,”
She was twirling the bat a she walked back and forth on stage,
“Daughters and brothers are KILLED
They are drawn into the lie,
Spread by one sided guidelines,”
Drums were speeding up,
As the guitar and bass made their way to going faster
“THE MEDIA OF HOPE
THE MEDIA OF OUR EYES
What do we beg?
What do we beg?
Can we have a laughing choice?
Spoon fed shit,
The lies began with this”
She points to the TV,
She rams the force of her anger with the bat to the TV

“Holy shit, Holy shit, Holy shit.”
The crowd shouted as they ate it up.

[ChefWalley]

Chapter 11

The wolves could smell the fear,
Becoming stronger with each step,
They began to growl endlessly,
To the sound of the screaming,
The brownish black wolves surrounded Rosalina,
There couldn’t have been more than seven.

Rosalina on her knees staring into their eyes
With wind blowing effortless,
Colder than an Ice cube running down the spine
She spoke softly to the hungry wolves,
“The night is dull,
Speaking beyond the moon,
Darkening the eyes,
Have I ruined the night?
The need for you to hunger,
I dare tell you,
With kind words,
It’s spoiled beneath the rotten core,
Morals that have been taught wrong,
If I may,
Can I pet you?”

Rosalina was even crazy enough to pet them,
She seemed to have this charm,
That she could make any killer animal to be mellow,
She grabbed one and kissed it on his little black nose,
The Wolves sat and watched her,
They all started to wag their tails,
Without hesitation,
All of them jumped on Rosalina,
Not to kill her,
But to play with her,

She spoke again
“I feel some one is out to kill me,
Kind gentile creatures,”
As she was petting one on its head,
“Will you protect me as I need guidance?
I do not know why I am left for murder,
Can my mother see I love William?”
Rosalina got off the ground,
And started to walk to the path in the woods,
“So may William be poor,
I may be rich,
Does money not make us a fool?
I doubt love can.”

She was walking very slowly
Moving in pain,
The seven wolves followed behind.
She felt save.
Nothing could harm her now.

A small river laid a head,
Rosalina eye’s had glared in shock,
Stumbling down the path,
Rosalina kneeled down,
To drink some water,
But soon she realized horror in her face,
The blood running down her beautiful face,
Cuts that would scar forever.

“What did I do to deserve this?
Am I such a bad person?
What did I Do?”
She started to cry and scream
“TELL MEEEEEEEE!!!!!
WHAT I DO?
TELL MEEEEEE”

She took of her white dress,
And had been in progress of trying to clean it
Then she hung it over a weak branch to let it air dry.
She was in her pink bra and panties,
All over her body you could see blue marks,
The inter bleeding known as bruising.

“No pain should ever feel this bad”


The seven wolves watched as Rosalina jumped into the river,
Splashing water all over the place,
Not to kill herself,
She had more proud then to commit suicide.
She was actually cleaning herself.

Within minutes Rosalina’s body started to freeze,
So she got out the water and laid on some bushy leaves,
All the seven wolves stumbled to find a spot near Rosalina.
She tried falling asleep trying to forget the pain,
And really forget that she was being murdered.

“Thank you, kind friends.”

[ChefWalley]

Chapter 12

Battle of war,
The dawning of the revolution
Banging a new era,
Striped with red paint,
Rosalina was forced into a raging battle,
Where her mother started to beat her.
A princess living in righteous hell,
Nothing to save her,
The tears of sadness.

Rosalina ran down the stairs,
Rushing to get away from her mother,
It was very bright outside,
The sun beamed into her eyes making her trip,
She was tumbling down 2 feet of stairs before she reached the grass.

“Owe,
Son of a bitch!”
She began holding her ankle as she thought she broke it.

A young guy heard her fall,
So he quickly ran to the stairs to check her out,
But to their surprise their eyes glowed into hearts,
Drunk with love in the air.

“Are you okay?”

“I don’t know.”

“I must say you are fine,
Not that I am hitting on you or anything,
But your ankle seems to be fine,
You seem to have broken your heal off your shoe.”

He helped Rosalina off the ground,
And she felt right into his arms,
He seemed so confused,
But he knew his heart was pounding with excitement.

“Thank you kind gentleman,
By the way,
What’s your name?
My name is Rosalina.”

“William.
I knew who you are,
You are the princess of England.
I must get back to work.
Will I see you again?”

So he let go off Rosalina
And as he walked away,
Rosalina spoke,
“Yes, meet me near the river at moonlight.”

“Okay.”
As he walked away smiling.

He started to haul some swords,
The swords were being made for war,
Sharp enough to kill another human,
Death made by the hands of man.
He was ordered by the Queen to make weapons,
She wanted to rage war with the Irish.

Rosalina stood in place admiring William,
His messy brown hair,
Beautiful green eyes,
She thought he was sexy,
And suddenly,
She forgot all about Herriot.


Chapter 13

The hatred stormed as the wind blows,
Storming from Queen Elisabeth’s eyes,
Growing angry rage,
The blue fiery smoke that stained with reason,
Beyond the shadow of a doubt that love was nothing more than a joke.
She ripped the flower into pieces as she laughed.

“Love is child’s play.
Ruling to conquer,
Not fallen into some kind pity,
Sadness of some weak lost soul,
Rule as the shine of the ruler,
Step and rise,
Plead and forget,
I shall not love,
I shall murder it.”

Elisabeth had no heart,
She dared to vow Rosalina to marry William,
William to her was the Anti-Christ,
The devil of the poor.

“So be it.
I am a Bitch,
The riches bitch of them all,
I can enslave a single human being,
Who’s going to stop the Queen of England?”

The rage never seems to decease as she had other plans.
She wanted Rosalina to marry the Prince of Rome,
(Herriot, a young classy fellow,
That was damn right evil,
He wanted nothing more than to be king,
So he can rule the world.)
To combine the Jacksons and the Matache,
This would set up for a powerful alliance,
Hardly anyone could stop.

[ChefWalley]

Chapter 14

In the day of sunrise,
Night had washed away,
I was magically sound asleep in Rosalina’s Rose Garden.
I had my arm around Rosalina.

A flash of an arrow went through a head,
Killing and murdering,
Lastly raping the very breath,
Swimming in the ocean of blood,
Dipping with paint,
A new ending to the great start.

My body began to twitch as if a sword went through my heart,
Shakily sweating up a storm,
I felt I could be dying

A laughing demon says,
“Your soul is mine.”

My heart had been racing,
Speed took over,
Race horses of the future,
Killing me ever so deadly.

“Why am I Dying?”
I was shouting out aloud while I had been sleeping.

I began to spew blood from my mouth,
Dripping down my shirt,
My eyes filled with shock.

Suddenly, I saw the reaper,
Pointing me into the direction of hell.

“Welcome to hell,
Here you be the slave of the devil forever.”

“Nooooooooo!!!!!!!”

“Wake up!”
Rosalina trying to shake me awake

“Fuck!!!!!
I had had a horrible dream.”

“About what?”

“A wedding…”

“Really, a wedding.”

“Yes,
Everything looked beautiful,
Flowers laid everywhere,
Roses preferably,
White had been the dominate color of choice,
With little hints of red scattering,
A nice huge river had been in the background,
Crystal clear as the suns shine bounces off,
Creating a nice breeze.”

“Sounds oh so lovely.”

“Music hits,
(The classical marriage song)
A little blond girl,
I say no more than 5 years old,
Wearing a cute pink dress
Started to throw flowers down the walk way.
When she stopped,
This beautiful lady,
I couldn’t make out her face,
She was wearing a wedding dress,
Her dress seemed a little dirty,
As if she tried to clean it,
You can see some blood stains,
I wondered where the blood came from.”

“A dirty wedding dress?
There must be more to the story than you remember Blake.”



“Yes I know,
This is all I remember.”
I grabbed Rosalina’s hand and smiled
“And she began to walk the aisle,
Slowly with each step,
As she made her way to the alter,
An arrow went right threw her head.”
“Wow,
The dead bride.
How sad.
That could be a movie.”
Rosalina was giggling.

“Yeah,
A movie,
Good idea Rosalina.”
I couldn’t help but laugh with her,
But then I went on,
“Out of know where this man,
A young man,
Drove a sword right through my precious heart,
I fell to the ground,
Crawling to my last breath,
He says,
‘Time to die fuck head’
Rips the mighty sword from my heart,
And kicks me hard in the chest,
He points to some guards to pick me up,
Then he takes the sword to my neck,
My head had fallen to the ground…
Then I ended up in hell.
I don’t know why.”

“Awe,
I do not want you to die,
You’re my life,
My wind,
My anchor,
The beauty of a thousand kisses,
If you shall die,
I shall die.
And no more nightmares Blake.”
As she kisses me on the cheek.

I looked around admiring the rose garden.
It still was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
The sun shining made it glow,
Some kind of magical sent,
Powerful to the sight,
Kind to the gentle touch,
Never begs to be happy,
It was already happy,
A thousand years perhaps.
“Want something to eat Blake?
I don’t have much sense this is just a rose garden not my home.”

“Sure.”
I had wondered what Rosalina would bring me,
And to top it off,
Why weren’t we at her house?

“Here, try this.”
While she hands me a bright purple apple,

Confused as to seeing a purple apple,
But I knew it couldn’t be deadly,
Rosalina would never try to kill me,
Or does she really want me dead.

Without hesitation,
I bit into the apple.
“Wow.
This is very sweet, spicy and sour.
How did you create this?”

“I didn’t create this.
You can thank Mother Nature.
She has ways of doing things.
Her powers are unmatched to the hand of god.
He should bow down to her.
I love how random she can be.”

“Thank you Mother Nature.”
I chopped down on the apple,
It seemed I never ate in weeks,
With each bite,
I wanted more.

“This is very tasty,
Nothing can be more delicious,
It makes me want to see some pigs fly,
Magical crazy stuff.”

“Blake,
You’re crazy,
But I still love ya.
We should go somewhere,
How about we get something to eat.”

“Alrighty then,
We can go to ‘House of Pancakes.’
My brother is head the chef and owner,
As I want you to meet him.”

“Pancakes sound delicious.”

Rosalina and I hopped on my moped,
The wind felt really cold,
Brushing against my face,
And Rosalina hair rubbing against my neck,
It was tickling me every gentle.
She had been tightly hold me,
Resting her head on my shoulder.

We made our way down the street,
Towards the restaurant,
I heard a voice,
“Hey Blake.”

I turned around,
And stopped the moped,
It happened to be my brother,
Games (his name was pounced James),
He happened to be getting out of his car,
Carrying his knife case,

“Hey there bro.”

“Who is this beautiful senorita?”

“Games,
This is my love of my life Rosalina.
Rosalina this is my big brother Games.”

“Nice to meet you Games.
I see you’re a chef,
I for one cannot cook,
I always set a fire,
Everything turns to an ash.”

“Sure,
I bet you’re not that bad of a cook,
Hey,
At least you have Blake,
Our family comes from a line of cooks,
Each generation has a history of opening a restaurant.
I got to open this place.
After I am up done,
I’ll whip up my famous banana strawberry pancakes.”

“Sound good.”

“Yeah bro,
I starving over here.”

So we walked in,
And sat at the bar,
The place was not huge,
But very 50’s looking,
Reminding me of Happy Days Show,
I kept thinking “The Fonz” would come out,
Saying his famous line “ayeeeeee” with his thumbs up.

Last night was magical,
Nothing could beat it,
My mind had been racing,
Pacing with a thought.
I knew in my heart that Rosalina was very special,
I never met a women that could make me smile,
She didn’t even have to say a word,
It kind of tickled me every time I looked at her.

“Um…Um…Um…
R-O-S-A-L-I-N-A,”
Why am I stuttering nervously?
“I have a question.”

“Okay,
What’s the question?”

“You know we only been know each other…
For a few days,
I know my heart had never been the same,
My eyes told me love was real,
And at first sight,
My Love,
Will you marry me?”

The look in Rosalina eyes,
Became glaring down with tears,
Joy of the moment,
Jumping all over me.
She hugged me to death,
As it seemed.
“Yes of course Blake,
I would love you forever,
My heart is yours to keep,
Protect it as a jewel,
Treasure of some sort,
Place in a box,
Buried for you to find,
No other man can steal it,
I love you Blake.”

Rosalina and I French kissed.
It was so passionate,
That I wanted it to never end,
It wanted me to freeze time.
If I could,
I would.

“Hey love birds,
Get a room.”
As Games comes in with our breakfast.

He spun the plates,
Showing off,
In cool manner,
To entertain us if you will.
He threw the syrup in the air,
(Acting as if he was a bartender,
Or one Japanese’s cooks called hibachi.),
Landing ever so effortlessly on the plates.

“Enjoy.”

“Big Show off,
Couldn’t just hand the food to us,
Um...you know,
Like a normal person.”
I said sarcastically

“It’s what I do best Blake,
And you know it.”
As he cleaned glasses

“These are very tasty,
Well I never had stuffed pancakes.
I love how the chocolate drips from the center,
As the strawberries and banana burst into your mouth,
Tasting the crunch of the roasted pecans,
How could I ever live without this?
Black sweetie you need to make me these every morning.”
Rosalina spoke with such excitement.
It was hard to hear her,
She had been talking with food in her mouth.

“I have to tell you something very important Games,
Rosalina and I are getting married.”

“Congrats Blake.
Just don’t forget to tell mother,
She will be happy I suppose.
How long have you known each other?”

“Well,
The funny thing is that we only known each other a few days,
But my heart knows what it wants,
And I never had this feeling before,
Love is so gentle,
Kindly murdering me.”

“I just hope you make the right decision,
As you’re only 23 years old,
And make this last for years to come,
Not last one fucking year.
I am only looking out for you,
I don’t want you end up getting hurt in the end.”

“I won’t get hurt,
Our love is so strong,
No bullet can kill it,
If one dies,
The other surly follows behind.”

“I love Blake,
He so dreamy.”

“I must get back to work,
We can talk later bro.”

“Alright,
See you later Games,
Thanks for a wonderful breakfast.”

“No problem.”
As he went through the door into the kitchen.

We finished our breakfast,
A good one too.
I felt full,
I thought I would explode.

“Blake can you take me home,
I need to shower and do some girly things.”

“Sure,
I’ll take you.”

As we walked outside,
A newspaper flew into my face,
So I took it and threw it on the ground,
I saw advertisement for the carnival.

“Hey Rosalina want to go to the carnival,
As it says tonight is the last night in town.”

“Yes it will be fun.”

Rosalina and I rode off in the distance,
Heading towards her house,
Passing by beautiful parks,
There you could see people running and walking,
Also people were walking their dogs.

Finally,
We made it to her house
She got off and kissed me,
Then she began to head up the stairs.

She turned her head and smiled,
“Blake I love you.”

“Love you too.
I’ll meet you at the rose garden about 8pm.
Bye.”

“Bye sweetie.”

[ChefWalley]

Chapter 15

Surely I was poor man,
I didn’t have money,
Nor was I really that broke,
But I knew I wanted to get Rosalina a ring.
A beautiful one,
Shining brightly to make the eye twinkle,
Smile and laugh gently,
Pleasing the moment.

When I give her the ring,
Should I sing to her?
Announcing to the world my love,
Showing how much I care,
Embarrassing myself,
Am I a buffoon?

I start to head towards the mall,
Center of downtown.
Macbeth’s Center Shop’s Mall,
The biggest mall I have ever been in,
4 stories tall,
Filled with crap loads of stores.
It was covered up in Halloween stuff,
It had to be that time of year again,
As it only had been September 29th,
As I pulled up and park my moped on the first floor of the garage,
It was connected to the mall so I didn’t have to walk a mile.

The mall was pretty dead.
“What do you expect a crowed mall at 10 am?”
I thought as I can hear my feet echoing behind me

I began to look around to find J. Edwards Diamonds,

“Hello young sir,
How are you today?”

“I am fine,
And how about you?”

“I am good.
Is there anything I can find for you?”

“Yes I am looking for a ring,
Not to expensive,
But one that can make a girl cry.
I really don’t have lot of money to spend.”

“Okay I can see if I have anything,”
He goes looking while putting on his glasses,
“Okay,
I got some you may like.”

He showed me this gold ring,
That I couldn’t resist,
It had a diamond glow,
But it looked very expensive.

“How much for this gold one?”

“$250,
And for 30 extra I can engrave a message.”

“250 sound reasonable,
Just glad I didn’t have to get her a .25 cent ring.”

“HAHAHAHA.
You want me to ring it up?”

“Yes,
But can I do it installments.”

“Sure you can.
We have a 30 dollar monthly plan,
But you must put down 80 dollars up front.”

I hand the guy my debit card,
“Oh can you engrave,
Love is the proudest moment,
That speaks volume in our hearts,
Drawing a perfect world of our love.”
Before he swiped.

“Okay,
The ring will be ready later this evening,
Around 5 o’clock.
I just need you to sign this receipt.”

I go a head and filling out the paper work.
Once I signed it,
he hand me back my card.

“Thank you,
Come again.
Enjoy the rest of the day.”

“You too.”
As I left.

I start to head back to my bike,
I saw Stitches walking with her hands full.
2 bag full of stuff.
I knew it had to be art supplies,
It seemed to be that time Stitches had some art project to do.
Why else would I see paint brushes sticking out of the bag.

“Looky we have here,
Blake alone.”

“why yes.
Should I not be alone?”

“Oh dear,
Poor young fella,
Some one might kill ya,
A thought of not so wise.
Where is Rosalina?”

“I dropped her off at home.
We supposed to meet up tonight.
Supposingly we are going to the carnival.”

“I heard about that.
Scary clowns haunt that place.
Do they want to kill me with that evil smile?”

“Hahahahahaha.”
As I couldn’t help but laugh.

I started to walk towards the food court,
The food court had plenty of things to choose from,
Pizza, subs, hamburgers, Chinese food, and chicken.

“So what brings you to the mall.
I never see you in here .
Every time I ask you,
You make some excuse.
Blake,
Tell me your not your evil twin.”

“No,
not some evil twin,”
As Stitches and I came across a table,
We sat down.
“Well…”
I hadn’t broken the news to Stitches about the engagement.
“I came to buy a ring for Rosalina,
As I already asked her to marry me.”

“Congrats ,
I wish nothing but happiness for the both of you.
Are you sure she is the one?”

“Yes!
She is the air of my tune,
That sings a song,
Whispers a tiny riddle,
That unlocks my heart,
Making me smile,
Though I do not plan too,
I shine as if I am a happy dog that saw his owner,
I felt I knew Rosalina my whole life,
She shines as she walk,
Makes useless time vanish,
Love is forever.”

“Wow Blake,
Are you home in there?”
As she Knocks on my head.
“Love doctor Blake,
How did you mother react?”
Stitches gave me a hug.

“I haven’t told her yet.
I plan on taking Rosalina to my parents house next weekend,
Then break the news in front of the family.
So far you and games are the only one that knows.
I posed to her in games restaurant,
In the spur of the moment.”

“I just hope your head was on straight,
As I don’t want you to make any mistakes.”


“I wont make any mistakes,
I am a big boy,
Remember?”
I got up to buy some pizza,
“Want anything ?”

“No Thank you.
Don’t forget to show me that rose,
The rainbow rose.”
She blurted out.

“I will show you later,
I promise.”

“You better.
I know where you sleep.
HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA.”

I returned 5 minutes later,
In my hands I had,
2 slices of pepperoni and a large diet Dr. Pepper.

“Oh, Blake I have to go.
My girl is calling is needing me to pick her up.”

“okay.
Tell Jenny I said hi.”

“Will do.
Bye!
See you later.”

“Bye.”

After she left,
I munched down on my pizza,
“God, I love pizza,
Not more than I love Rosalina.”

Food some times makes me sleepy,
And it was only 12pm.
So I decided to head back home.

When I got home I took off my shoes,
And as soon as landed on the bed,
I was passed out.

The dream began as a sawn was swimming,
The sawn came out of the water and started to follow me.
In this quite night,
Full of whistling winds
That had twinkling stars,
Blighting up the woods.

“Why is this sawn following me?’

I dashed into the bushes hoping to lose it,
But the sawn found me .
I was being haunted by the sawn.

I did know the sawn was very beautiful looking,
With white feathers that had silky black strikes going through it.

When the moon light appeared,
Something strange happened to the sawn.
The sawn started to change into a human girl.

As the sawn turned around,
It was Rosalina….

My eyes suddenly opened.
I knew it was time to get ready.
I hopped into the shower,
I needed to smell great,
Rosalina dissevered to have a great smelling guy,
Not some stinky guy loving her,
As I feel she may have run away crying,
‘Stinky tears,
Why must you make me bleed,
Cut my eyes out.’
If I smelled.

20 minutes later,
It was getting closer to 5pm,
As I need to head down back to the mall,
I needed to pick up the ring.

Once one I picked up the ring,
I headed towards the flower shop.

“I hope Rosalina loves this.”
I had been fiddling around with the ring

I wanted to buy her some colorful daisies,
As she already has roses in her garden.

“Hi there ma’am,
Do you by any chance carry any dark chocolate?”

“Yes we do sir.
We sell the them in viartity of shapes.”

She proceed to show many shapes.
A heart shaped chocolate was perfect.

Out the corner of my eye that caught my attention was a teddy.
A cute little on sitting on the shelve,
With a smile that would sure tickle Rosalina,
Nice tan colored bear with a lovable heart tie.
Once you squeezed it said,
“I love you.”


I finally made my way to the garden,
The place where I first meet Rosalina,
She hadn’t arrived yet,
I figured she was running little late.
Women always try to look good for there man.
To me it didn’t matter.
She had beauty of a thousand moons,
Pouncing of the rivers reflection,
Acting as a perfect painting.
So I put my hands in my pant pockets to keep them warm.
It started to get a little chilly out.
About every 10 minutes or so,
I kept looking at my watch.

The fog started to cover the garden,
Darkeing into the night,
Howls of the wolves,
Begin to scare me
Flickering of the stars,
Started to lighten my head.
I feel I could pass out at any moment.
Time had been passing by.

“Where is Rosalina?”

So I decided to drive down to her house,
Hoping I could run into her.

As I made my way to the front steps to the door,
I rang the door bell,
It made this loud sound,
Reminding me of a bell people would use to gather the towns people for a meeting.

This cranky old lady answered the door,
(wearing a purple night gown dress with a pink cap,
Some very think glasses,
And pink slippers
Smoking a cigarette.)
“What do you want!”

“Um… is Rosalina home?”

“No one by that name lives here!”

“Well,
I dropped her off here this morning.”

“Well… you must got the wrong house!”

“I am pretty sure I got the right house.”

“Get lost you punk kid!!!”
As she slammed the door,
“I am going to give you to the count of 3...”
She flung the door open,
Pointing the shot gun in my face

I jumped on my mooped and drove off into the night.

[ChefWalley]

Chapter 16

It happened to be late,
Perhaps it’s early morning.
Queen Elisabeth sitting in her chair franticly,
Panicking and wondering what to do.

“Johnson,
Come here at once.”

“Yes,
My Queen.”

“Before you kill that mutt William,
Bring me the body of thy Princess Terra.
So I can dispose of the body,
And then put the blame on William.
Better yet,
Bring me William alive.”

“Okay,
My Queen.
Your wish is my command.
I‘ll shall receive her body.”

Johnson was a creepy man,
6’6 with a hairy beard,
He seemed very big,
Unkempt,
Killed everything soon as he walked by,
He had very bad odor.

He had begun to grunt his teeth,
Breathing heavily as he made his way to the stairs.
His footsteps got louder with each step he took.

A blazed moon shined right through the window in the attic,
Glowing with an essence of a twilight,
Passing through the night,
Giving out a sense of danger.

Johnson started to notice blood,
While he gazed at the walls,
It appeared smeared with a hand print.
A foul stench startled his nose,
It struck with an almost gagging puke,
Therefore,
Making him want to leave.
To no avail,
He kept on walking,
And he began to wonder where the blood came from.

“What is this?”

He began to see blood on the railings of the stairs.
He rushed his humble body to the top of the stairs,
Out of breath and tired,
He happened to be quite out of shape,
In fact,
He wasn’t even capable of doing his task properly.
He stood and caught his breath.

“Come here Princess,
Mommy is waiting for you,”
With an eerie voice,
He walked into the room,
While the boards on the floor squeaked,
Looking around,
“Where are you?
I know you cannot get up and walk away.
What are you some kind of zombie.”
In the act of throwing stuff,
He became scared shitless,
He ran,
And suddenly tripped…,
To the point that he hit his fat face against the wall.

Time slowly passed,
Ticking to sun rise,
Darkness faded,
But the sound of glass breaking only grew,
Violently with a fiery rage,
It never performs any quieter.

The Queen had been in her room full of expensive things,
A queen sized bed,
That draped down with a silky white cloth,
That would keep the bugs away from her at night.
She had expensive Statues of herself,
And she was throwing them like candy,
It appeared that she didn’t care as she could just buy more.

“My Queen,
Calm down,
Johnson will return any moment.”
A serpent of the Queen tries clam down The Queen.

In her long black and white night gown,
Pacing back and forth screaming,
“Where in the hell is he!!!”

Johnson soon made his way back to The Queen,
Out of breath,
“My Queen,
Thy Princess Terra is missing.
Her body cannot be found.”

Queen Elisabeth grabbed Johnson by the throat,
“What… are… you… serious?”

Johnson could hardly breathe,
“She must still be alive,
I can go hunt her down.”

She threw Johnson with her might,
Stood and pointed,
“You better go kill her,
And if you don’t I will kill you.”

“My Queen,
Your wish is my command.”

“Now get.”

Johnson got his hefty body off the ground,
And he began to run towards the front door.
As he made his way outside the court yard,
He saw foot prints in the sand.

“These must belong to Princess Terra.”

He set off to follow them.
They lead him to the woods,
The same woods that Rosalina and the pack of wolves went into.

The blistering sun rose for morning sunshine,
Trees started to whistle,
Chirping of the birds coming alive,
Sounds of such beauty of the world,
Clammily beginning the day happy,
But Johnson became angry at himself.

“Thou the dayest clam,
Why didst i check her?
I upset The Queen,
Oh why must I be a clumsy man?
Fat as the cow,
Dark and lazy,
I will not rest,
Knowest Queen Elisabeth,
Princess Terra will feel the wrath,
I dearest make it come.
Night will rain sadly,
Poison the will,
Thrill of kill,
I still prey on the weak,
I shall remain the hunter.”