What a Madian
Once was a madian
that all the men
her heart to win.
So many tried to win
their hearts broken
like petals that have fallen.
Bright and fair skin
this maiden would tan
for a dance not taken.
Romance has not seen
this fair maiden
in many new moons.
The hearts of men
howl like bears in a den
looking for romance within.
This fair madain
will not be taken
and she shall weaken
all the men
whom shall try to break in.
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