Through dark forests,
And dangerous swamps,
I came upon a rose.

Perfect in every way,
Not a blemish on those dark black petals,
Not a thorn out of place,
Not a single leaf bent.

A trickle of red comes from the petals,
Blood,
The rose is bleeding,
And so is my heart,
As I look in the dark eyes of the dragon.

Big and slender,
Magnificent yet terrifying,
Black dragon,
So beautiful,
What would harm this dragon?

I kneel down and cry,
But I don’t cry normal tears,
These are tears of healing,
He rises to full height.

He said to take the rose,
I take the rose like the dragon wanted,
Such a rush I was in,
I never saw the archer,