Disclaimer:Nope, I don't own Utena.
A Prelude of Roses
There once was a time
Long ago, where we start our rhyme
When every girl upon the land
Was made a princess by a single man
The Prince of Roses was most noble and true
Princesses he did save, dragons he slew
His demeanor was fair, the world he did trust
Saving the princesses was what he must
He fought for them, whenever was needed
But his health, never they heeded
A beloved sister, this prince did possess
His weakening health, made her distress
Her love for him, was well and great
She would not accept his continuing state
The prince, now drained, could barely move
His worsening fate did not improve
The prince tried heeding the crowds needy calls
Trying to stand and fight for them, the prince only did fall
His sister, now guided with her pure love true
Decided in her heart what she must do
The crowds, they yelled with a frenzied holler
They demanded this prince save all their daughters
There wild emplorements were answered
But not by the poor prince
His sister, she told them, gone he was now since
He was now were their selfishness could never reach
The angered crowd now sought to impeach
With horrible wrath they punished the girl
A terrible revenge they did unfurl
Hatred shining in a million swords
Was far greater than their digusted words
Now elsewhere in a different time and place
Two boys wandered into a sacred place
These two did find
Three coffins lined
And walking to the smaller casket
They found a girl inside this basket
A pink-haired child, she lay in sadness
Was this girl immersed in madness?
The two boys leave, she did emplore
Why did she lay there, and what for?
"There's no such thing as eternity,
To live on further, it's not for me."
They left, though with a backward stare
The girl with hair of pink carnation
To die was her determination
Until he came; a shadow of a man
Dried her tears and took her hand
He showed her that which was eternal
A torment which was most infernal
He showed her she who could not die
Only suffer under hatred's eye
The pink-haired girl, she did cry out
"Save her! Save her!" She did shout
With tear filled eyes she looked at him
The man's expression was most grim
Only one could relieve her of this torture
Only her prince and no other
The girl then declared with pure nobility
"Then the prince who saves her shall be me!"
The prince was much disbelieving
That the girl who he found grieving
Could be a prince, and nay a princess
Though a pure heart she did much possess
The girl was not swayed from her decision
So a rose crested ring she was given
But a small reminder of her sacred promise
If she could become a prince, was anyone's guess…
