𝗗𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗬 𝗟𝗔𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗥𝗬 ᵖʳᵒˢᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖᵒᵉᵗʳʸ

-a plumose of darkness

I wouldn't change me for the world!
No price is great enough for such an alteration.
No offering of gold, no rarity of old
would change my self's apt perception.
No foul king, nor a wily queen,
not a mighty God nor a wicked fiend,
not a stern order, neither a desperate plea
can sway my life's rigorous dart.
Not a vile sin in sight,
nor a bona fide piety of mind,
would fashion me into the perfect pawn.

I unfold on my own,
and I revert in my time;
like a rose that blooms in summer
and withers come wintertime.
Pluck it if you must,
salt it if you dare
-all you will be left with is a slain
and still unwavering maiden fair.