ADELFA, HER TRAGIC LEGEND

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Chapter I. The conception

In a small village, a beautiful girl was born,

Her purity overflowed and her name was Rose,

She was born in the midst of censorship and torn,

But no one denied her beauty and her grace even to squander

She never knew his father, and grew up in humility;

Without needing him, she reached maturity.

The sweet young woman dreamed of meeting a good man,

That love her without condition, and he would carry her in his arms

And when she reach her spring age,

She was wanted by many, but she was waiting for the ideal man

One unfortunate day, when she left home seeking her mother,

Disaster awaited her, her black hour awaited her.

And from then on the legend would come to life now to gather.

She headed down an alley, alone and helpless

And deep down the ambush that they have prepared her

And in a small village, the most beautiful virgin skin

Was cruelly abused by four base men full of sin;

One with a thirst for blood, another with a thirst for power,

The third with lustful thirst and the fourth barely agreed but shyly,

Just to check his manhood before cower.

And lying there on earth that non-virgin at the cruel clime

Shy and precious with pure and good thoughts,

Was exposed on the ground in that alley of crime,

Sinking in the poison, reaching her shattered Cloths

And inside her in her womb,

Four powerful seeds forming inside her

They disputed the flower, its fertile and boiling space.

Those four seeds were welcomed in her entrails,

Merging with the fertile living earth,

Taking shape as the months went by, 

Gradually creating with senses

To a dormant creature, which will confront the man dearth 

-  You have to get rid of that! - Exclaimed her mother indignant for her daughter and all the cruel disaster

-       I have no choice - the young woman answered - The creature and I, we are one union, this is my voice

As time passed quickly, Rose filled with discontentment, 

The young woman did not forget, but at least she was hale

Though she was feeding her resentment

And hating everything that had to do with a male

- You must be a girl, a woman like me. And as your mother you will fervently hate the man with all your heart, which is the reason for you to be

The intelligent creature listened within,

And she absorbed from her belly what seemed best to her,

To please her mother she chose to be a woman with venom;

For also understanding that in the end, being in a woman skin,

Knowing how to take advantage of your gifts is a lethal weapon.

She absorbed in the same way, from those four seeds

The unbridled craving for power

And she would use blood and lust as blades of her creed,

Mixing in the sweet and deadly touch of shy and sour.

She took from her mother the infinite grace

Of a thorny rose in its time perfumed and beautiful

And so was the embryo forming inside in her space,

Integrating in the deep, desiring to hurt

Being a living legend soon nascent and latent

That would change their world

Carrying pain as a flag. That was so blatant

The mother of the creature displayed her pregnancy without shame;

And inside the armor, the most lethal and the purest

That it would not be seen again.

Something strange Rose noticed, very embarrassed,

Her entrails caught the unwary vile man and the refined at the same,

Of rest what was in her womb would destroy any endurance,

It was almost uncomfortable how it turned out to tame

To all the men present, the richer and the poorest

They all admired her. “How beautiful you look” they said,

Because from her a glow emanated and attracted;

Like a light that catches the insect to a fatal net

From her entrails it came and made them reacted.

It was through a dream that the forbidden words

Of that dreaded legend it was reflected

In the face of a girl precious as a bird;

She was more surprised when seeing herself connected

With that infant who caressed like a beloved child with hair curled

Rose understood then what she had within herself,

The legend that scared all their ancestors.

She told her mother which hearing the story had to grab the shelf

And upon seeing the evidence, the lady fell into a deep depression.

-You will not be able to tear it off – repeated the young woman very fervent – She is already part of me. She is my living consolation, I feel her heart that is certain, I almost know what she has on her mind, and I almost know her destination!

- Her mind is full of coming disasters - The lady answered furiously

-I do not mind giving life to a monster, nor does it worry me if I want, I am willing to bring it and face myself, and bolster, I am willing to die for it if I can

From then on, the mother fearful of her fate

She did not leave anymore the girl,                      

Afraid she was that fatal death

Will merciless touch her door.

She understood her daughter,

Because almost twenty years ago, was her perception,

For love and a poor will, so to speak righter,

She succumbed to a man and his deceptions.

Giving birth to her with courage at thirteen,

Loving her from the beginning and fighting for her girl.

Yes, what grows inside her daughter

The lady understood more and more.