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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A Effigy in crystal abandoned in time fixed the twinkle shining crysolite eye gentleness shown by slant of her mouth Traveller’s stop lingering long whispering Softly of Willows sad song A balladeer old for his time Sagacious voice singing in rhyme sits in shadow lamenting her plight serenading willow A good many night All hallows eve bloody right gale A stocky young man wandering round no thought involved feet are guided Invisable hand forcing along Ward enters our tale The balladeer an entranced visage does see sits forward of shadow starts speaking free “I’ll tell you the Story of beautiful willow here in her glory ere’ she stands light of the vale until her true love triumphant prevails See her father a Czar No blessings did give distressed and dismayed Willow did flee fell over the parapet mortal injury done abruptly appearing a sorcerer arrived told all around restore her I can If a tarrif be paid Need a son do I my eyes A slave made me As mournful a cry keened through the night the mothers of vale cried out their plight Our Noble Czar far from calm threw up his arm his agreement no alms So a deal was set with a nod the vote was cast with a sob ballots read son of the poorest man with dread forward he came the poorest of males way down deep deep in the vale the wizard proceeding with no sound A spell made hands flying around Lifting poor willow up off the ground nuclear light did abound the vale lit up making all jump in fright the sorcerer concluded that horrible night to all who would hear those far and wide even quite near “Touch not this girl till love finds her here” People of vale in shock and dismay screamed their protest noone did sway tricked them had the magical bard” Balladeer his story now told set down his harp hands did fold
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