I set foot on the Holy Kingdom,

Coming from the Sea, 

From whence a rose, you seldom see.

 

I walked south, along the coast,

My single purpose,

To reap a Rose.

From her, I received a kiss,

Full of Passion and Desire.

 

Then I went east,

Another Rose, to admire.

And in her petals, see the Future,

Fruit of her womb, Chaste and Pure.

 

I hurried north,

To glimpse a final Rose, I set forth!

And soon I wished for a return to shore,

I found nothing but War and Death, forevermore.

 

— Grespo Ramirez, Bard, “The Three Roses”