A Brier Rose

A maiden of only 16 years of age,
sat at the hill top every night.
She would awaken in the morning,
shining like another sun rising.
She was amazingly gorgeous,
eyes deepest blue,
lips of finest red,
and hair of the darkest ebony.
She had a certain secret,
that every towns person wondered.
"who is this Brier rose?"
Brier Rose was not her name,
no one knew of her name.
She was known as Beauty,
the girl who enchanted everyone's lives.
She would sit atop the hill,
and sing a lullaby to everyone.
Words so incredible,
with a tune so outstanding.
She would be sent letters everyday,
asking what she was doing.
No one dared to climb the hill,
for thorns surrounded the bottom,
thorns with a magical poison,
one that would end your life,
with a single prick.
"Who are you,"
"Why are you up there"
"What is your name?"
All they knew was she guarded a rose,
the most beautiful rose.
And all she would do,
to answer these continuous questions was,
"I am here for you all"