Roses are red . . .

Bags dove to catch him before he could drop the only torch.  “Easy, my friend we want everyone to be safe.  How much further?  It is growing colder in this darkness.  Do you know where we will egress?  We must stop soon to eat and rest.”
     Yeinar cleared his throat, “Is that a light I see ahead?  Have we been discovered?”
     “No, no, my comrades, it is the halbs.  They come in a large swarm to rest in the moonlight,” Gruashe expressed.
     As the crew stepped away from the stairwell, they discovered the beaming ground carpeted with the beautiful halbs.  Cleinags sneezed causing the sky to brighten with their fluttering wings.  Terba sniffled to hold back her tears, “Oh, I miss my precious one.  She would have loved this sight.  How could I have sought to injury her?” she sobbed to herself.
     Bags took flight to seek a place of refuge for the others.  She began soar higher as her stomach sang its own tune.  She quickly found a cave, but continued her search for her tender love . . .