Rose Marie de Lumont

 

Rose Marie de Lumont

Of the Cutland castle grand,

Stood on a grey stone terrace

Stopping her tears with her hand.

 

Beautiful was Rose Marie de Lumont.

Beauty was the land.

Hair like a raven down her back,

Roots braided in the sand.

 

A gown of deep dark violet

Collided with the floor.

Gold on hands and neck and head.

A wealth too rich to ignore.

 

Beautiful Rose Marie de Lumont

Of the Cutland castle grand,

Let her voice be lost in the wind

As she strived to take a stand.

 

            How can I live if I am destined to die?

 

Beautiful Rose Marie de Lumont

Wandered through the streets of town.

The only imprints in the sand

Made by her new green gown.

 

The streets became empty and hollow

As Rose Marie walked all alone.

Faces appeared from shops on the side

As she disrupted their daily flow.

 

Now as she walked, her head hung in shame,

She cried as the wind lifted her mane.

Quickly she paced herself throught he town.

She knew now that she would not die in vain.

 

Beautiful Rose Marie de Lumont

Wandered through the streets of town.

She straightened herself; her pride well grounded,

Her mind pretending to be ears.

 

            Disruption is life beginning something new mand exciting.

 

Beautiful Rose Marie de Lumont

Of the Cutland castle grand

Stood on a grey stoned terrace

Stopping her tears with her hand.

 

Beautiful was Rose Marie de Lumont.

Beauty was the land.

Hair like a raven down her back,

Roots braided in the sand.

 

Lifting her emerald green eyes to the sky

She saw an eagle in its flight.

If only to be like that majestic eagle

To be free from conflict and strife.

 

Beautiful Rose Marie de Lumont

Sighed with one sweet breath.

With one last thought in her mind

She jumped to her death.