What is it that still remains?
Ruins of reins but now inane.
That once the stance that stood in shine,
oh what remains of that troubled time?
Stood there did she, that brutal score.
That scorn, the rage made heavens mourn.
That devilish smile was masked divine..
Not one, but many sought penance in thine..
"Where goes that maiden?", asked the king to me, "what be the source of her destiny?"
"knew I if so what you ask me king, be blessed," said I with a golden grin..
You will last said she, is your present such.
Shall I vanish in air this moment thus..
You shall grow said she, with leaps and bounds,
For I have seen your future such...
Ruins of reins but now inane.
That once the stance that stood in shine,
oh what remains of that troubled time?
Stood there did she, that brutal score.
That scorn, the rage made heavens mourn.
That devilish smile was masked divine..
Not one, but many sought penance in thine..
"Where goes that maiden?", asked the king to me, "what be the source of her destiny?"
"knew I if so what you ask me king, be blessed," said I with a golden grin..
You will last said she, is your present such.
Shall I vanish in air this moment thus..
You shall grow said she, with leaps and bounds,
For I have seen your future such...
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