Feel the autumn breeze
Flow from over oceans and seas.
This fairy tale will become real
Preposterous as it may feel.
And I will take you by the hand
As we walk the seaside sand.
Now if you will please,
Get on your knees.
Before me you will kneel
Or thy soul I shall steal.
I am the black heart queen
Of my world at the age of fourteen.
And beside me you will stand
As I rule this kingdom land.
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