black roses from the asylum

**a tattered scroll lay upon the bar counter tied to the stem of a single black rose with a crimson ribbon, upon reading one sees near incomprehensible text but close study the words come clearer**

to thee of new britannia my friends

I write from within these blasted white walls that could make even the sane of mind insane, to shower my thanks upon thee whom have been in spirit and prayer near my bedside. regaurdless of entity to whom you prayed, the powers that be listened. I have gone through the surgery and awake to see a new day. I lack voice to speak but my pen has always been mightier then my tongue, and my thanks requires no spoken words.

I wish to thank you all for lending me the strength to heal and the medics say on this day that by Friday if all proceeds as is I shall be returned to where I wish to be, home, in new britannia!

I shall continue to keep you all held close to me and continue to push myself.

Again my thanks onto thee my friends.

~`~@ Amber_Raine @~`~

 

Pain shall pass, while Courage endures,
In shadowy calm, does peace yet lure,
Vitality, health, tis this that sleep brings,
Walk in mind's eye in Britannian dreams.

Rest well, be sound and safe tonight,
Kept in the grasp of friendship right,
Voiceless, a fate you should never fear,
From your thunderous pen, all shall hear.

Get better soon, and best wishes, Amber.

 

A vase of flowers of midnight blue, complete with a verse writ note for you:

Amber, tis good you're doing well,
I'll leave these here for you to smell.
I hope the white walls are not too dreary,
And your creativity and pen still run freely.

So keep in mind, you're not alone,
and pray this friday, you'll soon be home.
So heal and rest, your mind at peace,
We'll see you, and cheer you, this weekend's Release.

(Alternatively:
... So heal and rest, your mind at peace,
And chase Lord Darkstarr this weekend Release)