It was a story told for years when a young girl dwelled this land,
The moon was ashamed when next to her and the flowers bowed their heads,
With eyes shore like the star and a smile that charmed both heaven and earth,
Her songs could tame the beasts,
Her hands could wave all sorrows away,
Yet that Fate was envy 'bout this girl' And a plot was planned to lay her down,
To a pasture she was led where the grass was always green,
In the midst of this wonderland stood the plant that'd bring her permanent end,
The plant of death was in her eyes sending its fragrant through the air,
Laughter form below was heard with a touch the task was done,
Like an arrow it speared her heart,
Like venom it killed her light,
An her body slowly dropped stopped the singing from around,
Her soul left without a sound,
The god of love was deeply hurt when the tragedy was known,
It cut right into his heart with tears and pain he flew to her,
To end this sorrow he drawn his sword,
How red the blood that sprayed around,
As the thorns grew around its stem snd the petals stained in red,
Turned the plant into a rose. |