Wrapped around the finger of stone
Let the silver dew flow
Bring a blush to the painted flesh
And ring in the blessing born in her eyes.
Chained to the forest of fate
Cut the branches from the path
Wipe the diamonds from her face
And worship the Princess of Uncertainty.
Engulfed in the stars' lonely pride
Reach up and awake the tender form
Caress away the doubts in darkness
And dance with her held in your arms.
Author notes
Something I did to pass time in class when I was 16.
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