It woke up; and looked at its decaying body dressed in white. The body screamed. Red roses where climbing up the side of her stone bed. They twisted around the body’s thin grey ankles. Its withering hands groped at the air trying to catch something. Its hands caught hold of something. A rose appeared in its hand and then started to wilt. The world around the body started to smoke and shoulder. The leaves started to curl and burn. The world burnt to a crisp and only the body was left; now flaming and black.