Thorns of the Rose
A rose is beautiful
But its thorns can hurt
Like a small, shallow cut
Or a large, deep wound
She was a princess
And he a priest
Betrothed since birth
A fatal mistake
A romance ensued
Blooming so lovely
Truly beautiful
Yet truly tragic
Two days before
Their marriage to be
He left to battle
The King of Thieves
She begged him so
Not to leave
He promised to return
And kissed her goodbye
The battle was fierce
But remember my words
Beware of the rose
And its painful thorns
He gave it his all
To save his kingdom
And the fragile life
Of his beloved, Ema
His victory neared
But, alas, was not
For who could defeat
The dreaded Diabound
With his final breath
He cast a spell
To fuse with his Ka
The Illusion Magician
The battle ended
With a fatal blast
Defeating the Thief King
(Or maybe not)
She gasped in horror
As the dust cleared away
And her only love
Was gone and dead
She cried and cursed
At the dreadful Thief King
For taking away
Her dear beloved
The thorn cut deep
And her pain was great
He promised to return
But, sadly, he lied
One dark night
As she soundly slept
He appeared at last
Inside her mind
He told her "be happy"
And no longer despair
There is someone else
Whom she will love
She could protest
But knew he was right
But she will always remember
Her Dark Magician, Mahad