Princess Bramble Rose
by Cathy M Faist
Wednesday, November 27, 2002
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Princess Bramble Rose
Way back deep in Willow Woods
lived a sprite who only 6 inches stood.
With emerald eyes and an upturned nose
she was known by the name of Bramble Rose.
Fluttering around on her wings of lace
joy eminated from her tiny face.
A friend to all the forest creatures
known to them as 'the mystical teacher.'
She protected them from harm and danger
till one day entered the forest, a stranger.
He stood but an inch taller than she
and he watched her lovingly from high up a tree.
This was the son of the King of Sprites
a Prince who was named Aaronite.
He traveled every forest far and wide
searching for the one who would be is bride.
Hearing a rustle, she looked upon high
as he descended from the sky.
Quickly she scurried, on wings took flight
till she heard him whisper, "I mean you no fright."
Shyly she emerged from her hiding spot
and in her flowery voice said, "I know you not."
Bowing before her, he said royaly,
"I am Prince Aaronite, and who might you be?"
Her friends of the forest were gathered around
all of them watching, none making a sound.
"I am known as Bramble Rose, Sire.
Might I ask, why you inquire?"
He stepped a bit closer and the creatures drew near.
"I have come on a journey. You've no need to fear."
With a nod of her head, her friends did retreat
and the Prince came to her and knealt at her feet.
"I've searched every forest in every land
till I found the one who will give me her hand.
If you would do me the honor of becoming my wife,
I promise you a most wonderful life."
She blushed and asked in her little voice,
"But why me? Why am I your choice?"
Clasping her hand in his he replied,
"Because I have found none lovlier nor purified."
She looked at her friends she cherished so
and silently they told her, "Its time you should go."
With their blessing, she turned to Aaronite,
"I'd be most honored to accept your royal invite."
She bade farewell to her friends so dear
as she shed miniscule, crystal-like tears.
Then to his castle he whisked the one he had chose
where she became, Princess Bramble Rose.
© Cathy Faist 04/26/02