Searched in old grievous forests in barren smoky wastelands. Alas if she did not for such pain she could not bear. The beast's carcass from far away could be seen, like a lone mountain stood in the middle of the dale shadowing the place something like ash was spread all around the beast's blood it was and from it new life arose. Green and flowers grew again white roses they were. There she found the body of her beloved pale and cold it was, eyes shut... Tears of grief and endless pain she shed and sang with eyes staring the sky. "Lo the outcome of this brave soul's intent Lo my heart's last beats Gods i sing you this tale where life and death vie for control this tale where love and pain vie in mortal hearts." And so she closed her eyes and travelled where he did. And so her frail longing heart came to an end.
White rose is the favorite flower of my true love and i devote this write to her..