You might like it if I was shady like you, I'd become something more than just a shadow.
A rose is but a rose, until you pick it from the thicket from which it grows. I am that rose, a blacked being, I've gone crisp from the burning rays of the sun. Now I lay here wondering when it will be my time too fade.
These clouded dream's, soak my waking days, with shadows and darkness. I slip deeper into these dark realms, I became a shadow like all the other shadows. Silent, a void, nothing but shady. My perfume lingered but only for a small amount in time. Like every roes does, I faded out, wilted into mulch. But I now wake to find, I am facing a mirrored image of myself. I need to face my regrets, my shameful moments, my sins. Repent to my shadow, and my shadyness.
Now I kneel in this chamber of darkness, light seeps through from cracks in my mind. I leave my prayers, lying here for the Angle's to find. I leave here The Shady Rose, no longer am I doomed, nor will I fade. I became my shadow, a shady being perfumed by the radiance of everlasting life. None will forget my hue and glow, for I linger on...
"You might like it if I was shady like you, I'd become something more than just a shadow."