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”