From the Ashes Rose

From the Ashes Rose 


A fool and princess.

There was a princess once-st,

Who did take pity on a fool.

And in the shadow of her beauty, he didst bask.

With a voice, that couldest sound.... so sweet.

Humming birds..... Would

pluck her words,

from thin air !

On every word he hung,

Of every song she'd sung.

And he lost his heart,

To a beautiful......lady?



My Princess!

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