As generous as she is talented (and sweet, and kind, and lovely!) TheSmellOfHome has composed yet another poem for The Book of Terrus, this time concerning the fate of our rose with a stalk of iron, Awenis Saurivic. 

The sorrowful song the bluebird doth sing 

Bids the strawberries to hum along 

When the rose blossoms of summer do spring 

Don't they tremor to hear the song? 

 Their sister who loved and laughed with them 

Who was plucked and tucked away 

They remember the thorns along her stem 

But also her laughter as she swayed 

 The noble swans from the pond hear as well 

And crane their necks to hear the traveler's news 

Like downy feathers their silent tears fell 

As the dirge confirmed what their hearts knew 

 The wild white rose that they all had lost 

Has succumbed to the Teeth's cold and frost