In the woods of dark fantasy
Inhabits pretty wild roses
With blossoms of grand ecstasy
and sweet, pleasant fragrant posies.
The thorny hands that guard the truth
and hurt the prince who bravely dare
No ever single boastful youth
Can feel the virgin forest's care.
The purest white rose in the wild
with scarlet one and blue as skies
Mesmerize glance in bushes hide
Wild roses that can blind the eyes.
These blooms await for fearless knight,
Who'll pick and hold them very tight.