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Midnight Rose

Midnight Rose

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Published by: Princess Veena on Oct 14, 2012
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 Midnig ht Rose 
SHADOWS shrouded me in a veil as the silver touch of moonlight cast a glow in my wake.Silence, having conquered all in the night but me, surrounded me, chastising me for theslap of vibrating sound that my boots created on the wet cobblestones. The chill that hadaccompanied the arrival of the mysterious night- always in its company like the mostfaithful of friends- signalled to every particle in me that I was not wanted here. My lipstwisted into a wry smile as this thought entered my mind. Who ever wanted me in theirpresence? Not even the night had any pity for me as it chipped my face with its icy touchand numbed my fingers till no feeling could be provoked in them. Gathering my thin silkshawl closer around my stiffened body I continued my walk through the dark and dim alleylost in my thoughts and unaware of my murky surroundings. Why was I here? I chanced toask myself but no answer was immediately thought of.Fatigue was draining me of the remaining energy I had and my whole body was swayingfrom lack of rest. Unable to stand upon my feet anymore I surveyed the dark sanctuary Iwas in for any resting spot that would bear me for a few minutes. However none was insight except the filthy ground that was polluted with centuries of grime, which in mycurrent state seemed just as welcome as any plush cushion would seem in any other case.Collecting my skirt I sluggishly sank down praying that when I returned back to themansion- that was my solitary confinement- Madam would not see the dirt stains on thedark blue iris coloured satin material. The odours of stench that tickled my nose in amiserable way were nothing in comparison to the bliss created by the departure of exhaustion as it slowly trickled away from my secluded being.And in this very spot as I lay humbled by the oppression of any happiness in my life bycertain factors I revived the life I held in my hand that had never seen a day without beingmolested at the least once. Life as I knew was sprung from the depths of the realm of 

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