The Tale of Black Rosita
There was a girl child, Black Rosita
who never once did seem to cry,
but always smiled, a flash of dare.
She once broke her foot while running free
in the dark forest that embraced the town,
and still she did not make a sound or cry.
Many believed her evil for the lack of tears.
One day a troublesome witch
spun a spell to make the girl child cry,
and so the tears began to flow
like a dam had been removed,
they flowed for two years
and some more.
A salty ocean began to rise
around the girl child, Black Rosita.
She was drowning in a spell of tears
and she knew not what to do.
But the dark angel of time was listening
and had grown tired of her tears and cries.
He exhaled a powerful breath of air
to blow a life raft into her path.
Black Rosita swam with arms so weak
toward the boat, then clinging with clawed hands
as only a drowning fool can cling,
too tired to get in, but still with breath.
Black Rosita drifted back to shore,
a mollusc attached to an empty vessel.
The crying had stopped, the spell was broken
and the villagers awaited Black Rosita.
(to be cont.)