Traditional Fairytale
A poor little girl's gone missing,
Where's the knight to rescue her,
There he is and he's insisting,
He will find poor little Blair.
First he found a treacherous lake,
Full of sirens so alluring,
Slaying them was a piece of cake,
And the bloody screams reassuring.
After sweet song came a homely village,
Full of helpful denizens aplenty,
They'd seen no girl so the knight did pillage,
Taking all til town is empty.
With plunder from the dead village,
Was he ready to face the dragons visage,
The third hurde to be overcome,
Was real difficult, how irksome.
The dragons immortal but slain,
Only for now so the knight ran,
To the girl in hopes it wasnt vain,
All that he had done.
The girl turned and her face was gone,
She'd no mouth with which to sing a song,
Her legs were nowhere to be seen,
With no purpose for which to preen,
Her arms were gone as well,
No strength left to quell.
She was too far gone he said,
About her they didnt have to worry,
Off and rolling went her head,
The killing was a mercy.
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Ember Waters
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