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Two pure souls turned against one another by blood
Only an insult, and both would hate for eternity
But that was not to be
Kind words exchanged on a red steam engine headed to far away
Turned the two strangers to friends, alongside a cousin
Mischievous, curious, cunning, yet kind the three became
They all surprised one another in many ways
But more surprised than the scorpion and the rose you could not be
For they found more than friendship, you see
And so the unlikely friends turned to unlikely lovers
Meetings in secret, kisses in the dark
But one day their friend named for a headmaster discovered the two
The boy ran to no one and hid in the dark
For now that someone knew, his father would know
The father with the mark
The fragile seeming rose showed her thorns
She ran and hid among the knowledge she sought
But not even parchment bound with leather can stop tears
The loyal, faithful cousin found the rose but was pierced by a thorn
Soon the rose forgave him and two together searched for the missing scorpion
In vain they searched, for two hours more and he remained a mystery
And so the rose fled to the room that fulfills all requirements
She pleaded with the doors and they understood mercy to open with a creak
Desperation shown through her voice as she called his name
The one mere word caused the scorpion's tears to finally fall
The rose followed the sound, not bothering with light
For he was her light in the darkness
She sheathed her thorns and spread her petals around the scorpion
As they left the room, sealing shut behind them, they clasped their hands for support
They ignored everyone until they arrived at the owl's sanctuary
Which would soon become their own