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The War of a Princess
She fled into the forest, cold blood in her veins,
Her bare feet racing toward what she sought
Her gown drenched in cruel, freezing rain
And behind her ribs, for air her lungs fought.
The night, dark and stormy, swallowed her whole
The princess, the heir to power and might
Threw down her crown, she'd now sold her soul
Her time had come to join the true fight.
Her softened hands now hard as stone
And limbs strong as great trees'
Were ready to unleash fury on others' bones
Who threatened any who were free.
Like mud, her hair fell down her back
Her once ***** spine became flexed and strong
Fleeing feet flew over roots and cracks
And from her curled lips arose a song.
"Fight I can, and fight I will,
For I've waited for too long.
My feet refuse to remain still.
The princess is dead and gone."
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