There was a tale my grandma knew
It was the tale of Alice Odue
A maiden on a rocky Isle
Where she was born and lived a while

My grandma swore the tale was true
She said the young Alice Odue
Had long Hair and eyes of blue
The prettiest thing that ever grew
On such a harsh and stony place
disappeared without a trace

The night before she turned fourteen
Was the last time Alice was seen
She lay in bed, alone at night
Bedridden with a fever
Her Parents had gone out despite
Promising not to leave her

Something felt off when they returned
A strange quietness they discerned
Usually their house was loud
"Alice?" Her mother cried out
When no answer they earned
The parents grew concerned

They stepped into her room and found an empty bed
An empty pillow where hours ago had lain their daughters head
The parents looked everywhere, fearful and wide - eyed
The Window was open, it stormed outside
They had to start holding each other tight
As they searched the whole Island and cried
''Alice, Alice, where are you, dear"
They searched and searched, trembling with fear
She was not found that night or that year
Decades later and still no one knows
What happened to the island's rose

Most say Alice took her last breath
Even my grandma believes she is dead
But to this Day
Some Villagers say
That sweet Alice is alive
Now some lucky guy's wife
That can be found for evermore
On her native Isle roaming the shore