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Upon This Weeded Hill
Once Upon A Time
There was a hill so evergreen
And through the kingdom to the forest
It lay still in between
A jeweler thought to be of mice
Had a daughter, oh, so very nice
"Beauty." They called her in her wake
Though her name was to never be revealed, out of sake
A wistful young one, that she'd be
Of innocence and adventure
With her head stuck in the clouds of dreams
She'd wander into the Kingdom's center
And lost she was
A tale unfolds
Of evil and peril
And witches and trolls
Where apples go gold
And her hill is untold
But a myth amongst others
Where all names are to be sold
A secret to be kept
Her name will always be
Tucked into her mothers' lips
Never to be seen
This is where our story begins
Upon This Weeded Hill
It's Tangled and Strangled within it's own lies
And an Unnamed one watches from the window sill
Copyright ©
Amiah Lewis
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