A new kind of rose blooms in the garden of mist.
She rises up with her pen in place of a sword.
The new kind knight has just been born.
She writes her words in blood.
As her heart bleeds on her magical scroll.
She has writen many poems and taken a new toll.
With her pen she create a masterpiece.
A writer a new kind of knight i do propose.
She is a new kind of knight, the silver rose.
