Sun-kissed leaves of crimson silk blossom upon your fair skin, their
stems snakishly ascending your body; entwinning with your majestic
soul.;
portraying each simplicit movemement with awe and grace. The breeze
rustles
their fragile leaves, moving them as life moves you. When you are weak,
they
suffer into wilt; slinking into shadows as the darkness consumes your
light.
But when you are strong, they stretch their silken fingers up toward the
emerald sky and grasp at the ancient air; suffocating all but their
father, all
but you. Arsanis; keeper of the roses!!... *Banany*."

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Sarapin, in the year 408 AF.