A tale in three acts
Unfolds herefore.
Spreading the word
Of the princess and more.
  
  
Of beauty and battle,
Betrayal and love,
Here is the story
Of one mourning dove.
  
  
Oh hear her prayer
And answer her call.
For she was the hero
One could not fall.
 
  
Her dawn was illustrious
Surrounded by gold.
But dusk is awaiting
In four walls of mould.
    
   
What happened between
You'll soon learn yourself.
For I'll pass on the word
To young princess herself.

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