The Curse of the Faded Rose

The beauty of a bright red rose,
Will bind this immortal's broken soul
With sorrowful thorns and tarnished chains
A haunting shadow of evil remains.

Deadly are the rose's thorns
It's beauty mocking love's last refrain
For the faded petals slowly slip and fall,
To heap ashes on Love's sorrowed remains.

But Love had power to break the curse,
In the deepest heart of the immortal's thirst.
Of her sweet love he shall reminisce,
Aching forever for Love's eternal kiss.

Now a bright red rose with thorns so sharp
Lies trembling in his true love's hands
The thorns so gently pierce her skin
As evil departs and love forever stands

A precious drop of her blood so pure,
She presses upon his immortal lips,
For the Love which saved him had set him free...
A curse broken by his true love's kiss.