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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…