Arose or Raeso

Once upon a time,
Whoa whoa, suckish beginning D:<

On the day Athena and Artemis were set free by Zeus,
they spent minellias trying to create the medcine giver of human,

Apollo had gotten a tired of working, he did not work.
After years and years of disease dying people,
Athena and Artemis and created Arose,

A male whom took shape with a female face and hair,
Whose cheeks were always swirled with pink,
He wore a rose cap, and a scarlet short dress made from giant rose petals,
the glove he owned made from the finest cloud silk,
The spoon he fed heals to the earth was carved from the pure moon and sun,
Thats why the sun bubbles in anger, and why the moon has craters.
Shoes that were made from tweis,
a tricking gorgeous demon.
He was called a nymph at that time,
but Athena then called him the God of medicine.

After healing the earth with his magic spoon,
Arose was well appreciated throughout the greek lands,
His greek name was Raeso.

Soon Hades grew mad of Arose's power,
Trapping him in Kontana's or Alice's mirror.
Arose was trapped there for centuries,
Until he thrusted his spoon through the mirror.
The mirror crackled and released him.
He stepped forth on human lands,
the humans shunned him as he came forth, flowers growing beneath his feet with every step.

Then escaping to a meadow of dead plants and animals,
He used his spoon to revive the place,
bringing the dead alive,
bringing the dead to beauty.

But soon the things he revived turned and shaped against him.
The plants that sung begged Arose to try their water that shined with posion.
Arose as kind as he is,
he tried,
choking on the posion he died there,
lifeless body that decomposed with sparkles and light flying everywhere.

On the meadow he died now lays thorns and thorns of pure scarlet roses,
they never died, but remained blooming.

Oh and what happened to Arose?
Once his kind soul had died,
His soul had created a realm of roses,
beauty, and kindness.
But ever so now,
he still heals the earth,
he still listens to every health pray.
He may not answer any,

because one day,
his heart will turn into a key,
his spoon with become a star,
and every rose shall sing with his name.