• On the Holidays meant to be merry,
    The deprived girl cried.
    Losing all she loved, all that she had.
    The bitter frost bit at her nose,
    As she stumbled through the cold.
    She fell to her knees and wept.
    An angel appeared,
    but not one with light, happiness, or one kind at heart.
    "So you've lost it all you poor, poor girl.
    I will make all the pain go away," she said. "With a flick my hand, I'll give it a whirl!"
    The girl lay in the snow, rested on her back.
    Silent and still it all was,
    But in her hand sat a black and red rose.
    Then her tears stopped flowing,
    and silently froze...