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The Red Maiden

There I was...
broke and alone,
not so much a soul,
to call my own.
I walked outside
my thoughts were quite red,
at the end of this night,
myself id make dead
I walked to a tree...
and there she was sitting...
a girl so free,
the red now reciting

I walked up and said 'who are you, my maiden fair? '
she turned to me... her words filled the air,
'my name is allisa my fair knight'
allisa the queen...
I shuttered with fright
I got on my knees
she chuckled with delight,
'please rise, my fair knight'
' i dare not turn down one so noble,
no not tonight...'
so their I rose, my sword in hand
ready to kill
for my maidens land.

first came the king,
then the prince and princess.
the slaughtering of children, I did so grotesque.
but its all for thee! my maiden fair.
the cost for you,
I dare not care
I walk in a room,
your sent fills the air,
then side struck I was...
by the back of a chair.

I wake in a cell the seane, seen before me,
I dare not tell,
a bundle for corpses
all leaving a trail,
no maiden in sight...
my personal hell.

a year or two past,
counting the days
my mind had lost count...
the number of graves.
I could not mount,
then came a day.
a boy, no younger than three,
mas thrown in my chamber,
his fate, now dependent on me.
I asked his name,
and he asked mine.
a friendship, a bond,
truly divine...
the came a day,
I thought of my maiden fair
her beauty so bare,
I needed her now,
the cost...
I dare not care...

I grabbed the boy
no younger than three,
I bashed his skull in.
his blood spilled for thee,
my maiden fair...
then came the guard, rushing with glee,
my chain around his neck,
he did not see.
his death was quick,
as quick as my feet.
stumbling on the stairs,
I gave my retreat.

but alas.... upon the last stair...
their she was...my maiden fair...
laughing with the court,
and the prison master to.
my worst nightmare...
had finally come true.

my maiden fair, my only thought,
had given the order to see me rot.
'this can not be! '
your not the women I met on the tree! '
without a words rest,
I slaughtered the guest...
a hundred little pieces, in which I grotesque,
I chopped up there horses
I snapped the birds neck, this much is true
I hung our children... no older than two...
what vial witch, could do this this to me! '
the monster I saw.... it was not she...'

so now he sets out,
one quest in mind,
his red maiden fair
he swore heed find,
but his fair maiden,
lays dead in the halls
killed by the monster,
born by her call...

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