The Crone and the Rosebud

Once upon a time 

on a mountain road 

a crystal face came, shining in a snow glass 

threathening the Goddess' world... 

Her lodge turned to mess, 

her straw heart burst into flame: 

no roses in her bed to bind.  

So that Lady begged for punishment 

Killed for blood 

When the Sun was erasing the gloom 

and the mists were drawing near the core of nothing. 

Something happened, Karma's amendment: 

The crone severed the rosebud 

Covering with ounces of wisteria the moon. 

The Bad queen put the white on her face made of coating.