Renia-Ophelia-Blair

"Rosalita, Young and Fair. Soft green eyes and bright red hair. Rosalita, Short and thin. Gentle features and velvet skin. Rosalita, In my dreams. Mixed up in a dreadful scheme. Rosalita, Dead and gone. Even though she did no wrong." This is the legend you can learn in your sleep without reading or writing or uttering a peep. They say that she dances when your eyes are shut and that's when, in your mind, her images are put. Her time was spent cleaning day by day for wealthier families at an unfair pay. despite her tasks, she had made good friends and made a name for herself across the land. Beautiful and grac

Who's this little helpless treasure whose broken spirit cannot be measured? Oh who can this child be? Lying still upon white sheets, eyes close shut on all he meets. Listen as he speaks to me: "I sailed across the waters blue to escape the raging fire. Sin as black as the dead of night, a spiteful man for hire. As he burned us one by one, death his only desire, I was able to escape; I'm the only survivor." Skin as pale as fresh white snow, cracked lips speak of what they know. Oh what a tragic tale. Torn apart from her sisters and brothers, dreadful plights of fathers and mothers, words from the sickly female. "I sailed across