A simple flower could end it all.

Lying upon the cold, dark grave is the white rose…

As a symbol of decease, she wears the rose in a bundle of her silk hair.
The warning may not seem clear to all, but the strike of death is about to occur.
Among her beloved, the white rose will kill all.
Her twisted mind clashes with her black heart.

Insanity is logical, but that won’t begin to describe what she will do next.
Her soul is like a sharp, silver blade cutting through the flesh of the innocent.
Her deceiving ways are becoming deadly.

A white rose is left…

As a symbol of decease, upon her stone,cold body...

The White Rose has struck.