A Coronation Ballad

The King of Roses

This song is heard in the golden hour, by the decendants of The Rose King. 🥀

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In winter's grip a castle stood,

Its towers touched the sky,

Where lived a Beast misunderstood,

Whose heart had learned to die.

With fearsome claws and darkened soul,

He roamed his halls alone,

A curse had taken bitter toll,

And turned his heart to stone.

Then came a maiden fair and bright,

With courage in her eyes,

Who saw beyond his fearsome sight,

Past monstrous, fierce disguise.

She whispered tales of distant shores,

And dreams of worlds unknown,

While he, entranced by wisdom's stores,

Felt seeds of love were sown.

With trembling paws he carved a rose,

In stone above her door,

A beauty that in secret grows,

Like none he'd made before.

Each petal formed with tender care,

Each thorn with gentle might,

A promise carved in stone laid bare,

His soul began to light.

Soon roses bloomed throughout the halls,

In marble, wood, and stone,

His artistry adorned the walls,

As love became his throne.

The curse that bound his beastly form,

Began to lose its hold,

His frozen heart grew soft and warm,

More precious than fine gold.

When moonlight kissed their joined hands,

The Beast at last was free,

A prince emerged at love's commands,

For all the world to see.

Now crowned as King with Beauty's hand,

His castle blooms with grace,

The roses carved throughout the land,

Mark love's transforming place.

Come witness now our sovereign's reign,

The King of Roses crowned,

Whose heart once lost, then found again,

By love was thus unbound.

For in his eyes still burns the fire,

Of one who knows the night,

And values more the heart's desire,

Than crowns of gold so bright.

So raise your cups to Beauty's King,

Whose hands once fierce now raise,

A kingdom where the roses sing,

Of love through endless days.

The Beast who learned to live again,

Through love's redeeming power,

Now rules with wisdom earned from pain,

And blooms like heaven's flower.