Glass Rose

She was fragile,

Her arms pasty white.

She was enamored

With a heroic knight.

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But he did not know,

And she wilted away

After another girl was bestowed

With the wish she wanted someday.

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She couldn't handle

That he had a beau;

She gave up her tantalizing dream

Of one day having him know.

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Encasing herself

In a coffin of glass,

She vowed that nobody else

Would ever make her feel like he had.

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She lay there for eons

Inevitably sleep overcame her.

In that clear glass tomb

She lay in deep slumber.

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Her arms crossed over her heart,

An eternal sign;

With roses in hand

Which became her namesake after time

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Glass Rose she was called

In the days that would come

And men came from all over

For she had said one would wake her, only one.

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One man scoffed at the story,

Figured it false,

Laughed that it was just a tale

To make fools of them all.

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But just to prove his point,

He ventured in the cover of night

To awaken a damsel,

To see if there really was one with such a plight.

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But so beautiful was she

That he lost himself

And lifted his fingers

To the roses she beheld.

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With a start she awoke,

A faint smile dancing on her lips.

It might not have been the knight,

But he was the one; she sure was his.