Thorns of Despair

 Listen, my children, and you shall hear,  

About a lonely rose who shed a tear  

Once bloomed a rose so young and fair

With dark brown eyes and long black hair 

Besides her a tall dark tree

Whose branches stretch to smother thee 

Too close besides this shadowy bark 

Who soon begins to leave its mark 

She cries for help, but none shall hear 

Her thorns too sharp who'd dare go near

To save this rose who'd risk their life 

With naught to gain but pain and strife 

Alone, afraid, she lays to rest

Her heart beats low inside her chest  

And with the hour growing near

She sheds her final tear 

And so the rose falls asunder

Her final day, eternal slumber 

She lies besides the old dark tree

The only one who mours for thee