By the sacred grove where once an angel stood,
Surrounded by roses so red and pure,
Now where once an angel stood,
In her place now an altar,
A symbol of the rose writ upon the stone
Now the roses bloomed and petals scattered,
Blown by whistling wind sent by storm,
As the frigid air chills the sacred grove,
'Till no more petals scattered from the wilted rose,
A snowflake drifts and flutters unto stone
Now the sacred grove lies no more,
Winter came and blew it's wind,
Storms alike came and ravaged,
'Till all remained was snow,
A teardrop fell upon the sacred altar stone
Time has passed for the altar where once an angel stood,
Stone from this sacred altar where once an angel stood,
It's symbol of the rose carved upon the stone,
Where once a sacred grove now lies a cliff in which the altar stood,
A written script was chiseled upon the stone
The words grew to a bolder tone,
Describing the angel that once stood upon a sacred grove,
"The angel that kept the summer, now gone and withered brin
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