Standing tall against the darkened skies,
Was the maiden with the emerald eyes.
She got lost in midst of stride,
Searching for her spirits guide.
Though nothing ever made her cry,
Only for roses when they would die.
Once in her life she would shed the tears,
Awakening from her deepest fears.
Only roses once disappeared,
From her soul they had all cleared.
Nothing she could ever hear,
While the roses laid in their bier.
With the flowers her guide was dead,
Though no mortal coil had been shed.
No more words could again be said,
The maiden bowed her saddened head.
While her heart had openly bled,
Her soul was being torn and shred.
Once a golden ray of sunlight,
Her soul was only now a blight,
The maiden now was of the night.
An agonizing empty fright.
Emerald once had shone so bright,
She was now a deadened sight.