There was once a cursed tulip
that lay frozen in the grass
her deep green stem was curved
and slumped towards the earth
while the flower's lovely pink head hang limply
laced in ice, and dotted with icicles
Alone, all alone
atop a hill
unable to grow
And so she would remain,
just outside the sun's embrace
seasons came and went
but unable to wilt,
the tulip's allurement never faded
A lonely beauty in wait
trapped, in an icy prison
until the end of time -
until the earth ceased to spin...
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