The Prince said to the Princess, from a foreign land, in a grandiose style and with the wave of his hand, "I tried to follow after All, to wait for my chance, to rescue you and defeat an enemy or two."  He was looking up and up.
The Princess looked down, dishevelled and with a frown, from the cage which held her,
"I tried to escape to, ...I wanted to call, "Help, Help!", there were so many of them around."
The Prince looked at the Princess and a tear fell from one eye, he sputtered, "I can not reach your
cage, nor the rope which holds it in place, I have no arrows left to dislodge it from it's place!"  

Anguish or anger, the guard watching could not tell, but the Princess already had him under her spell. He walked forward eyes fixed and glazed, unhooked the rope lowering her down and then
fell into the crevasse, his grave.  The Prince was shocked, he knew now, he had to kiss her lips,
with all peril aside he ran beside the cage which still held her fast, she said, her voice now changing, "Undo the clasp!" What a raspy, grating voice it was.

His eyes were fixed and glazed and focused fully on her face, he did not see her transform as he unlocked that place that imprisoned the Dark Queen, who he had just embraced then he melted
away, never again to be seen.   Her mood did not lighten, the cavern got darker, so would the days ahead.


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