The Death Of Mary Shelly! Go and ask to the rose, faded on the last night. When she says she was plucked, dig her apologies for thy. And last night she had told me she would go, The chariot of her horse, carries her into the boundary of cities she wish to go. Cities, all day she hear the sound of people as bees's buzz. She lay on the back seat and enjoy the sides of street's view. Does everything perfect Monsieura? He who carry ask with curiosity. Yes, she answered softly. And her eyes were hid under the black viel. Her dark eyesbrows can see those things as she, and her long blonde hair were rolled as bouquet of flowers. Yes, She my sweet wife Mary Shelly. I saw her yawn last night, and never thought it would be the last. My sweet, I am sorry, to say good bye. Where ever you wish to go? Why my love you leave me away? I sway on you while you swing, I hold you, and we had the French Kiss. Adrian left his breath for you my beauty. Why would you leave me? Why the love of Lorren felt everything? Adrian is beautiful my love, body and heart. I left you on the green fiel last night, My knife had the moisture of your blood, Who cares my love? I, No Lorren. I adorn your body with lavenders and rose. I plucked last night. He who carry you, I left on the meadow. aside you. Go, go, go, fast fast fast. I ordered the horses, And see the city with my eyes open. I would to go where ever you wish to go last night. Bon- appetite Lorren. This is your last supper, my knife of mine so thirst,. Bye bye Marry.
