Chapter 1
August 25, 2025 at 9:59 AM
Where bluest skies and nightingales rejoin,
Surrounded by air as fresh as Boyne
There grew a Rose miraculously born
Without a thorn! Without a single thorn!
Her sister’s petals moving in the wind
Forced her to think that roses laughed or grinned,
And thus she grew in shame and endless mourn
Without a thorn! Without a single thorn!
One day young lad was passing through the field,
And seeing roses red beside he kneeled
Yet by the flowers young man’s skin was torn,
By all but Rose without a single thorn.
The Rose was brought away from cruel land
And given to a maid by lover’s hand.
And now the beauty’s wreath she will adorn —
The fairest Rose without a single thorn!
