Myth

It was a story told for years

When a young girl dwelled this land

With eyes shone like the star

And a smile that charmed both heaven and earth

The moon was ashamed when next to her

And the flowers bowed their heads

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

Yet that fate was envy 'bout this girl

And a plot was planned to lay her down

The plant of death was in her eyes

Sending it's 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

As 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 it stem

And the petals stained in red

Turned the plant into a rose