Once upon a time but not long ago
in faraway lands of rich removed rules,
Spikes and spires, they spoke in strange tongue although
they never wanted to know what jewels
Lay beneath. One such gem grew and nurtured
all wide-eyed who waned wasted world weary
With her sparkling culture craft furthered
by soft brushed sharp pencilled heart so cheery.
And when dragons fired insecurities
goblins gloated greed, giants crushed small dreams,
She stood strong shielding immaturities
aura or armour esteeming sunbeams.
And darkness dissolves in to her laughter
As she lives happily ever after.

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