He laid down his heart before her

Wrapped in a red rose. She turned

Her golden head, in disdain. 'Bring me a green rose,' said she. 

'My empire for a green rose! Let

Mountains melt in the ocean ; may

The Poles meet at the center of the earth! No rest till we find the green rose!'

Eons passed. He met her again,

In a murky subway, gasping for breath, eyes staring beyond death.

Between her gaping lips lay an emerald rose.