When Yonder- Incomplete

When yonder I first saw the light,

A stoked fire it seemed to me,

It sparked a coal inside the tree

From it grew a simple rose

A tree that is, as that fire was stoked

I walked upon the most interesting sight,

A man standing atop the night.

Peeking his face down through the clouds,

His hands tearing them apart like shrouds

He looked at the same light I seen

A glow in his eyes like silver gleam

His horse was with him and I heard what he said

“Shall we take a trip down there to retrieve that gem?”

He hopped on his steed

Shears in hand

A prince I should think him,

But of what land?

He hurdled down with astounding speed.

Down, down he came in a twirl on his steed.

His eyes on the prize, he wouldn’t waste time

It wasn’t gold no!

It was more precious more fine!

Landing underneath the tree,

Inside lie the glowing rose

Approaching it closer when he

Slipped on the trunk of that sacred tree.

Hitting his head,

he went out like a light.

Into a deep slumber he fell

All the while dreaming of hell.

It was dark and cold, no roses to be found.

He woke to the most peculiar sound.

Faintly the rose hummed, “come near my dear”

The closer he got, the more he succumbed,

To the radiance of her without a fear.

To his dismay, he got too close.

Then, the rose ate him, he was hosed!