Myth

It was a story told for years
When a young girl dwelled this land
With eyes shone like the star
And a smile that charmed both heaven and earth.

The moon was ashamed when next to her
And the flowers bowed their heads
Her songs could tame the beasts
Her songs could wave all sorrows away.

Yet that Fate was envy bout this girl
And a plot was planned to lay her down.

To a pasture she was led
Where the grass was always green
In the midst of this wonderland
Stood the plant that'd bring her permanent end.

The plant of death was in her eyes
Sending its fragrant through the air
laughter form below was heard.

With a touch the task was done
Like an arrow it speared her heart
Like venom it killed her light.

As her body slowly dropped
Stopped the singing from around
Her soul left without a sound.

The god of love was deeply hurt
When the tragedy was known
It cut right into his heart.

With tears and pain he flew to her
To end this sorrow he drawn his sword
How red the blood that sprayed around.

As the thorns grew around it stem
And the petals stained in red
Turned the plant into a rose.