The Ceramic Rose Grows

[Kay Thompson Fields]

Eons past.. A ceramic bell from Franklin Mint reposed with a rose on the top in my Elve"s workshop....Who knew,but the bell grew.. Ceramic tendrils from the rose in repose began trailing down and around and around...But there was no sound.. not a creature was stirring.. not even a cat would dare purr..Dawn broke over the horizon and the elves began to stir.. The cat began to purr.. The elves saw the sight of the bell and were filled with fright and righteous indignation..Who would dare enter the lair of the ELVES.. A mystery indeed.. Life continued in tranquility and peace until one dark velvety night with the moon waxing a rosebud appeared.. dark as blood.. The elves in desperation sought the Red rose Queen.. "What does this mean" they asked her desperately..In her enigmatic way she replied, a prince died, a lady cried, and the Absolute Alpha and Omega is alive and well...