The Legend Of The Rose

Beneath a sky of amber red,
a weary maiden made her bed,
amongst the beautiful flowers
in a lonely meadows arms.
Like mist of jade, her dress was made,
material that would not fade,
amongst the beautiful flowers
in a lonely meadows arms.
Her lashes long, her body strong,
but this fair maid did not belong,
amongst the beautiful flowers
in a lonely meadows arms.
Her hair like waves fell down her back,
across her brow, a sea of black,
amongst the beautiful flowers
in a lonely meadows arms.
With sea green eyes she looked around,
then sat herself upon the ground,
amongst the beautiful flowers
in a lonely meadows arms.
She sang a song with heavy heart,
of how her love was torn apart,
amongst the beautiful flowers
in a lonely meadows arms.
Hidden in the shadowed trees,
a hateful man knelt on his knees
anger burned his very marrow,
as he drew a feathered arrow.
He listened to yon maiden sing,
as he fit it to the string,
his expression dark and grim,
for he knew she sung of him.
He let his feathered arrow fly,
and hit her just above the thigh.
His anger would now be appeased,
and he left the meadow feeling pleased.
Fearlessly the maid looked down,
and watched her blood soak through her gown,
and stain the beautiful flowers
in the lonely meadows arms.
Upon the ground she lay her head,
and knew the one who pierced her fled
from amongst the beautiful flowers,
in the lonely meadows arms.
One crystal tear was all she cried,
then this fair young maiden died,
amongst the beautiful flowers
in the lonely meadows arms.
Never was her body found,
though she was looked for all around
amongst the beautiful flowers,
in the lonely meadows arms.
Only the crimson flower knows,
her memory lingers in the rose,
they grow amongst the flowers,
in the lonely meadows arms.
They are her blood, her memory,
farther than the eye can see,
the most beautiful flowers
in the lonely meadows arms.
They grow in grace, to hide her face,
her wondrous beauty they embrace,
amongst the fading flowers,
in the lonely meadows arms.
Her endless sorrow well compose,
amongst her graceful crimson rose.