Her body cloaked with hair,
as red as an angry fire,
with eyes as green as the forest
and emeralds,
captured the heart of a hunter.
The hunter cloaked with a green coat,
armed with a hunting bow and quiver,
bleeds desire for the maiden.
The woman, so beautiful,
was requested by the hunter himself,
to be his wife.
The fair maiden silenced to but a few words,
shook her head and spoke,
"Don't ask me to follow where you lead."
The hunter came back,
with a yellow bloomed rose.
He speaks with words of marriage,
to which the maiden, so young and so serene,
declined.
The hunter came back soon after, with an ax in hand.
His obsession became as clear as the green eyed fairy's purity.
He took her by the hand,
and she slowly withered,
yet as the moon rose,
the beautiful girl became a flower.
