One pure soul, raised in luxury
One pure soul, raised in fame
Turned against the other by blood
Turned against the other by history
Only an insult and hate would rule
But fate had other plans
Kind words exchanged on a red steam engine headed to far away
Turned strangers to friends
Alongside a cousin named for great men
Mischievous; Curious; Cunning; Kind;
But always surprising
Teachers expecting their parents found new children
Ones with genius and adventure
And what a surprise it was when the two found more than friendship
So unlikely friends became unlikely lovers
Meetings in secret; kisses in the dark
One day a friend discovered the two
The innocent boy ran to no one and hid in the dark
Fearing his father, the father with the mark
The fragile-seeming rose showed her thorns
She hid among her mother's knowledge
But borrowed talent cannot stop tears
The faithful friend found her and was pierced by a thorn
She ran from him and searched for the blond scorpion
Two hours more and he remained a mystery
The rose fled to the room known for fulfilling requirements
The doors understood mercy and opened with a creak
One mere word, his name, caused the scorpion's tears to finally fall
One tiny light, a flame in a jar
She sheathed her thorns and hugged the scorpion
They left the room in the wall, hands clasped for support
They soon arrived at common ground
A room decorated in gold and red.
No discrimination here, based on blood, love, or hate. Not to or from those who are brave like lions and fight like griffins.
