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A thorny throne crowned her the “Queen" A fire-lit crown marked him the “King". Two souls pierced with powers so untamed Two minds impregnated with stories so unframed. Every heart submitted to his features so divine Every kingdom bowed down to the Queen's smile, as a shrine. Beauty was her power that made other’s subside Attractiveness was his weapon, that garnished his pride. Rivals, they were entitled to be; The strings of power was too much to foresee. The two kingdoms waited wait baited breath “ a war of power? Should be called off.” , they said. But Nature had different plans for them to unfold As I sit before you to write the story they behold. The King fell for her astounding perfection, The Queen fell for his ardent determination. Both were ambitious, for sure With different attributes, they differed furthermore. Just as they held up their weapons to each other A string of thoughts started to gather He heard the fire in his crush whispers as it glowed, “ she’s his twisted fantasy ”, they told. The thorns in hers cut deeper, engraved to Hail, “ For he’s her darkest fairytale .” — Nátasha.
