Sleeping Beauty: Fated

There was once a place, a lovely place. Lovely roses in a row. Among the beauty, hid a dark secret, waiting for the roses' thorns. A scarlet flash, tells of that prey.
She was a maiden, fair and sweet.

Satin slippers upon her golden feet.

The maiden of beauty, hidden in the deep, where only in secret do thy roses know.

That maiden fair, with her hazel hair, sleeps in the perfumed air.

The legend was passed, of the human rose, and those adventurers came to pass.

Many died, from those thorns, who refused to let them pass.

A handsome lad, of ten-eight, can through the forest. He crept though the bush, singing a harmony, lulling them to sleep.

Disappeared, he went, deep into the abyss, never to return, yet is alive.

He is that rose's toy now, trapped in a deadly embrace.

There was once a place, a lovely place. Lovely roses in a row. Among the beauty, hid a dark secret, waiting for the roses' thorns. A scarlet flash, tells of that prey. The young lad passed, and was the prey of the maiden, and will be, forevermore