The Warrior's RoseDown shadowy paths the warrior tread, not certain of his way,When he came unto bushes of rose, surrounding a sylvan glade.And from the branch he stole the gift, deepest red in shade,And knew this rose he would bestow unto his elven maid.A rose for his forbidden elven maid.Even as he thought of her from the mist she did appear.She ran to him and held him fast, shedding silver tears.And though their love was forbidden, this human and this elf,As the moonlight broke to day, they thought of nothing else.And although his heart ached, he knew he must away.It would mean death to them both to be caught in light of day.And the wa