a chime beyond the castle walls
the church bell gnell grearious
arranged but broken marraige vows,
maidens gather with their shawls
in trepidation she finds helarious
with flowers flowers in her hair
swords to her cannot compare
denying all who meet her there.
she loves the lilies soft and light
and maidens fancy dressed in white
she vows no man will ever bed her
in search of softer secret of the hour
desguised in linens he has bound her
picking forceful her sacred power
she sounds a sirens sound to flight-
for she has vowed to mend her flower
within the arms of only maidens power.
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