Like a rose she had started out beautiful.
Her heart was pure and innocent
it beat red without the taint of darkness.
She was kind and beautiful.
But like a rose she grew her thorns.
She was afraid of love.
She was in fear of being hurt.
She pushed them away.
She killed them all.
Anything to keep herself away from weakness.
The bright red started to decay.
It dried and she started to crumble.
The mask she was hiding behind disappeared.
And a new one appeared.
This mask one of pure evil.
The petals turned brown on the rose.
And along with it so did her ability to love.
It was lost within time
and all said that it was gone forever.
She had become what she was afraid of.
The warming rays shone upon them.
They were both given a second chance.
The rose however stayed brown,
and no amount of water could fix it.
It was dead to all.
But still beautiful.
For though it was colorless,
and it's petals were crumbling.
It still held it's shape.
And the people still liked it.
Like the rose the girl was given a second chance as well.
And like the rose the girl didn't take it.
She would rather die than admit that she was wrong.
So to her death she went.
Chained to a stake,
four Archer's at her heart.
And she confessed her regret.
But not what she regretted.
The rose crumbled to pieces.
It couldn't be put together,
and the people despaired at this.
For the rose was a light to them
and now their light had gone out.
What would they do without it?
What could they do without it?
The Archer's fired the arrows
to her chest they flew.
She was saved only by the fairies magic.
Saved only by the one she hated.
She was given a third chance,
while the rose got none.
She didn't take it though,
for she didn't believe in her happy ending.
At least not one without true love.
And to this day, the rose sits dried and shriveled.
On the grave of a father who was lost.
And the girl sits,
a mere shell of who she once was.
Mourning the death of her father.
Mourning the murder she had caused.
His heart used for her curse.
If only it could have been enough.