The First Winter stayed in her Home.
The Second Winter had Blown.
The Third was a prince.
Two Winters will live in Bliss while One will be missed.
One will help a friend, who has a kingdom to Amend.
It will lead to Their Death, Her life a Theft.
The Name will be sung by a bell.
A name forever to tell.
little Red Rose, Still with your Pose.
You Lay next to A Light.
Standing with Might.
Cold on the ground, But It is where you need Bound.
No Winter shall take you.
Come this Summer will Break you.
There is No Sun.
Run, Little Rose, Run.
For the Darkness has Come.
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The Bastard of RWBY
FanfictionJaune Arc was never an actual Arc, he was the bastard of Jonathan Arc and a nameless woman, his sisters loved him, his adopted mother loved him but his father saw him as a mistake, so Jaune ran from home to be a huntsman at the age of twelve, Jaune...
