One sharp blaze to cut a finger. Dripping from her finger tip. By the window in the castle. Even hour before moon fall. The beauty sleeps away. No drink of the blood float. Just thick like a juice. Roses tip sharp as a nail. Cut little from the woman finger. Blood on a wooden window to the floor. Where the princess rest. Door’s is open with the shadow walls. A witch cast spirit spell on the rose. One evil flower to ease the bird. With the power like a sword. Blood can’t be drink to no one. Or curse falls on them. A black rose with thorns to nails her finger. The rose to killed. Poor princess died from a price is fate. One of the scary sacrifice which the witch has cast.
