You were once sleeping in a perfect made bed,
The ground never cold where you trod it,
But now my dear princess,
You've seen and you've grown,
And the ground wasn't cold only for you,
Because an order decreed by King and by queen,
That all shall lay on the thorns at your feet,
So you would always be free.
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Poems and short stories
AcakThese are short poems and stories I wrote. If you have a suggestion message me. It is rated mature for some graphic violence. I will put a warning at the top of the ones that have violence so you won't have to read those ones if it bothers you.
