Ancient rose, seeped in red fire
an enchantress of love, spreading desire
petals of velvet caress so divine
more intoxicating than ruby red wine.
The lure of her magic
a forever strain
puts love into hearts and excites the brain.
But it's the Poppy those in Olympus revere
losing their sight in her haze
never seeking out the rose so sincere
but keeping her hidden away in a maze.
Yet lovers would seek her trailing vine
and taste her petals sweet as wine
spending hours beneath her bower.
So the jealous Gods encased her in thorn
so any who came would come to great harm;
stabbing vicious deep and quick
a poisonous ***** that made men sick.
Still lovers wept and sought her spell
for marriages that turned out well
and love that lasted beyond forever
until they crossed the bridge of never
look back, no lack of trust thus
they loved her still when laid in shade
no drop of sun, until her petals fell, everyone.
Then blackbird clouds encased the skies
and the couples joined in plaintive cries ;
All were terribly sad, and worried their marriages
might turn bad. Hearing this plaintive wail
the Gods began to turn tail, and sent down one
to bring some sun to the forest of thorn.
The sun's warm rays touched sweet vine,
bestowing blessings so sublime, soon thorny forest
did retreat, turning into gardens both tranquil and sweet
and rain did fall in gentle patter, while birds chirped
and squirrels scampered and chattered.
Rain moistened roots beneath dry soil,
softened the earth and ended the pall.
The vine so withered came to life
renewed in spirit and free from strife.
Then petals sprouted and people shouted
as roses multiplied, soon even the shyest
hearts fluttered like turtle doves
when couples touched and fell in love .
The enchanted rose free at last,
smiled down at all that came to pass,
with rosebuds sprouting everywhere,
maidens wore them in their hair and men in their lapel
and all were blessed with happiness,
by the rose who wished them well.