The Cursed Flower

There once was a flower 

growing in the walls of a tower

Sunk in deep

where no one could peep

In the dungeons underneath

that lay in a few feet

It was set in the dirt

Devoid of sunlight and mirth

Roaming the forest, a man we meet

Looking for the flower underneath

He searched far and wide

looking for the golden bride

A legend foretold

that beneath the earth’s folds

lay a goddess

granting wishes, one and more

For one reason alone

she was embedded in stone

She gave a man his life,

in return for her own