Fairy Flower of the Mena

She was held as an infant, Born to a family of gods and goddess, She was meant to be a little plant, A child born to the mountain goddess, who was born with pureness, Her parents never expected her to be a Blue bell, Instead they had only wished for a Darwin bell, But life gave them a token, That led them to destroy her heart, It couldn’t resist and her crystal heart became broken, It slowly fell apart like broken art, Blue bell went to the meadow of the splendid, For she was alone in a world so cruel filled with terror, Therefore she wished she could die comprehended, But the gods never aided her, and she felt like an error, She grew miserable and forgotten by the ones she loved, So she engraved all her memories into a stone, Were she waited to be beloved, That stone became blue bells safe Zone Were Time slowly heeled the wounds, Yet her heart was still shattered, No one ever claimed her sounds, Of an unspoken stone that had her voice engraved, There she sang her last sorrows, Because the next day there would be no tomorrows.