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dancing around windmills,

the maid finds green fairy calling her name,

outside this open window calls the prince for his future bride,

with a delicate brush of her finger tips,

through her soft red curls she moves her chest to speak,

but there are no words.

He raises his sword to the point of no return,

shouting lady bela where are you?

but an enchantresses curse has taken her last wind,

and she is doomed to roam the eternal garden,

until her prince comes.

Markus relies on his sword,

he pics up bela and holds her,

her glistening pink lips yield to speak,

but she is far too faint from the spell to utter a syllable

bela where r u come run to me

the maiden collapsed in a heap,

her silver silky dress falling around her,

and blanketing her from the cold world,

markus climbs on the horse,

and slowley scoops bela in his arms  

your safe now,the petals of her skirt unfold to reveal a fresh and true flower child,

he wraps his arms around her and kisses her with passion,

at the warm brush of her prince's lips bela is released from the curse,

free to travel with her soon to be husband,

as the fluster into the wind

a sea of butterflies grows around them to carry them off to a distant kingdom,where she no longer becomes the flower child but a full bloom blossom,

and children of the moon and stars await their arrival,

to the golden palace where wonders of magic is an intense stage of Dreams..the end