The Maiden
There once was a fair maiden
Who sat on a pedestal up high?
With raven locks and eyes of ice blue
But a heart of stone
For a love she once knew.
The prince he was
Unintentional love doomed by above
So she was shunned and locked away
So to the ledge she did run.
Tears rolling down her fair cheeks
Too distraught to form words to speak
She raised her head to the sky above
And screamed why him?
Why my one true love?
As the last word left her lips
She took that final step
Down she fell onto the cliffs below
No sound did she make
Nothing, not even a goodbye.
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