The Curse of the Princess - Poetry

The drug of the evil,
Power, Lay around for the cruel,
To be taken and abused.

Meek stay quiet,
Under control of the more powerful,
Trembling at the sight of evil.

The princess stepped into darkness,
To seek power and control all,
Sadly brought to end by the high priests.

Chained over all across,
Tight and spell bound,
Lowered into the casket.

The passageway opened,
To reveal the final resting place,
To be held captive.

For good to prevail,
Princess sat chained underground,
For a thousand years.

It was only a matter of time,
Before she would set upon again,
It was only a thousand years.

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