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Roses are red
Emeralds are green
There was a boy with emerald eyes
Moonlight was lighting up his golden hair
As he was holding off a threat
So that his sister could get to safety
The boy was a skilled archer
And with his beauty and kindness
He had many admirers including the threat
As he was running out of arrows
He had got fatally slashed in his chest
But he died with a smile on his face
As his sister had getten to safety
The threat which was a powerful mage
Turned his body into a statue
So that he may never decay or
Lose his beauty even in death