A princess's tale
In only a few words I will tell you a tale, of our lovely princess nightingale
The king’s life has become a living hell, in every temple you can hear the bell
The royal guard in his hand was holding, a magic torch with colours exploding
The wicked witch has returned from hell, onto the crowned princess she had cast a spell
From this evil curse they all fail to hide, after the sun in mid sky had died
Even the flowers when touched were cold, it was a dream bringing life to this world
Only the moon lit our night and day, the wicked witch was here to stay
The good king shouted to the people in fear, our wretched earth will soon disappear
The wicked witch laughed as she stood in the aisle, on her evil face was a develouse smile
The white wizards rituals had already begun, the curse will be lifted when moon covers sun
The wizards rituals came to a stop, as the foam in his pot rose to the top
A dark figure appeared from nowhere in disguise, with an evil glare deep in his eyes
It looked around and said in a raspy voice, I am here to take the witch down below, where heaven forsakes evil
Saleh Ben Saleh
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