Crimson roses, in a pure black oceanSwirling and whirling, a breathtaking motionA scenic grandeur, found only in fictionShe was a sight, without a caption
Mirror mirror, nice and wiseAm I a nightmare in disguise
No my princess crimson roseWho told awful lies like those
To the subtleness of breezeShe craved the tingling freezeSmiling, full of easeShe crossed the social crease
Droplets of joy, winds with blessCherish the rhythm of nature’s pressRound and…