Then came the the lands unknown
Where inquiry was of the hour
The king finally lost his throne,
She bloomed like a wildflower.
Her time there was short and swift
And soon she returned
And then again began the rift
All lessons unlearned.
City to city they went without end
No time for her to be loved
No time with family left to spend
From here to there she was shoved.
Her fears grew into untold nightmares
Murders with knives and blades.
Modest friends fell victim to snares
Who Mother compared to maids.
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