Hunger, thirst, and her discontent
Led her away from her element
Elixir was offered to give her new life
She drank of it deeply, not seeing the knife

Drawn to the sunlight, she blossomed and grew
Her once wilted petals, now glistened with dew
Tended ever so gently, she dared to envision
A life away from her self-imposed prison

Unacustomed to care so befitting a rose
She allowed a thorn to pierce her repose
Unsure of her worth, she depended on him
For the magic elixir to lift her again

He refused to abide her fears and doubts
That he might tend another, made him shout
With a slash of his knife, he cut her down
And left her withering on the ground

Her once bright petals turned an ashen hue
And it was then that she finally knew
His pledge of forever to nurture her life
Was meant only if there wasn't strife

A return to her prison was the only way
She could survive that heartbreaking day
He kept watch from afar, unwilling to bend
His caring for her had come to an end