The princess kneels by the side of her fallen lover
Crimson splashes decorating her sheath
Crystal tears trickling
A whispered goblin bribe follows her to the forest glen
She prepares a sacrifice
The poison berry delicately consumed will yield an ugly end
Clasping her lover's icy fingers she sighs a final, hopeless sigh
Almost an entreaty
There are no fairytales
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