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  • Bleeding Rose Hightops - Jaded Lament
  • Bleeding Rose Hightops - Jaded Lament
  • Bleeding Rose Hightops - Jaded Lament
  • Bleeding Rose Hightops - Jaded Lament
  • Bleeding Rose Hightops - Jaded Lament
  • Bleeding Rose Hightops - Jaded Lament
  • Bleeding Rose Hightops - Jaded Lament
  • Bleeding Rose Hightops - Jaded Lament
  • Bleeding Rose Hightops - Jaded Lament
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Bleeding Rose Hightops

Elegy in Bloom

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This is not your grandmother’s rose. This is the kind that blossoms in mourning, wilts in rage, and stains the ground it grows from.

The Bleeding Rose hightops feature a single, towering red rose—centered, commanding, defiant—staring straight ahead from each toe like it’s about to recite a monologue. Rendered in piercing reds, wilt-gold highlights, and black deeper than memory, this flower isn’t placed here for ornament. It’s here for witness.

Dewdrops? No. The petals are flecked with blood. Or maybe ink. Or maybe something you shouldn’t ask about. The backdrop is a quiet abyss, the design symmetrical, almost sacred—like a funeral arrangement that refuses to be passive.

Wonders Whispered About These Wares

Powers Bestowed Upon the Possessor

•Elegy Embodied – Carry heartbreak with elegance so sharp it cuts back.
•Thorns Before Comfort – Radiate untouchable allure with just the right amount of warning.
•Grief in Bloom – Channel the kind of beauty that hurts to look at (and feels even worse to forget).

Jaded Lament Discovery Note

According to the Laments’ more poetic field ledgers, these shoes were first discovered blooming (yes, blooming) from the marble cracks of an opera singer’s tomb. She died mid-aria, lips still trembling. Her final note? A scream. The only thing left behind—besides whispers and terrible acoustics—were these shoes. Still warm. Still bleeding.

Why the Laments Loved This Artifact

Because flowers should never be silent. Because beauty should bruise. The Laments adored this piece for its refusal to be gentle—its ability to look stunning while bleeding. A rose like this is not a gift. It’s a gesture. A statement. A demand. The Laments believed that shoes could mourn, could seduce, could endure—and these are proof.

Adored By (and Designed For)

•Gothic romantics and modern tragedians
•Fans of traditional tattoo roses with a sinister twist
•Those who’ve ever thrown a flower on a coffin and meant it
•Anyone who believes the most dangerous thing a rose can do is stay alive

Atmospheres Clinging to These Relics

•Romantic defiance
•Gothic bloom
•Thorned vulnerability
•Mourning turned ornamental
•Beauty with a body count

These Vibes Shall Be the Emanation

This is not your grandmother’s rose. This is the kind that wilts with intention. The kind that blossoms only at night, and maybe only once—right before it starts to bleed. The bloom isn’t soft. It’s radiant and defiant, flushed with firelight and sorrow. Each shoe mirrors the same flower, suggesting the rose doesn’t face you—it confronts you. A symmetrical act of floral rebellion.

Hymns to Strengthen Thy Enchanted Relic

Lend Thine Ear, Fortify Thy Powers. Invoke these chants whilst donning thy wares, that the enchantment might seep deeper into thy bones.

(1) "To Bring You My Love" – PJ Harvey
Sinister, yearning, ritualistic—like crawling through fire just to feel something bloom.

(2) "Lovesong for a Vampire" – Annie Lennox
Orchestral melancholy soaked in romantic ruin. A rose left on a bloodstained piano.

(3) "Black Rose" – Tricky feat. Martina Topley-Bird
Dark trip-hop and whispered danger—like perfume left on a locked letter.

(4) "Bleeding Love" – Leona Lewis (but only if played at half speed)
Still too emotional. Still too much. And somehow, not enough.

(5) "My Body Is a Cage" – Arcade Fire
The sound of a rose trying to scream through velvet—aching, epic, inevitable.

This mix captures romantic decay, burning restraint, floral fury, and the soft devastation of something once beautiful refusing to die quietly.

The Tedious but Necessary Bits

  • Size Sorrows Be Gone

    The Laments Shall Stitch Another Pair If Yours Don’t Fit.

    • Fits true, like fate.
    • Removable insole—should you wish to walk a softer path.
    • Crafted from premium materials, blessed and battle-ready.
    • Canvas kissed by design, grounded by a rubber sole.
    • Colors hold fast like memory—vivid, precise, unforgettable.
    • Made-to-order, conjured just for you—no two pairs walk the same world.

  • Trade Routes, Tides & Transit

    A Note from the Laments Regarding Fulfillment: Each relic is conjured upon request, hand-wrought in our faraway atelier with care befitting the Old Ways. Most emerge within 5–10 days; arrival at your threshold may span 2–3 weeks, depending on tides, tempests, or logistics beyond mortal control.

    Some parcels may arrive separately—such is the nature of enchanted logistics.

    Should you harbor questions, omens, or mere curiosities, the Laments are always listening. Reach out at will.