Sleeping Beauty
Once upon a time;
The most beautiful maiden in the land,
pricked her finger- destined asleep for a cycle of seasons,
was promised life by a challenger of fate.
Approaching the deadline;
The world sought far and wide for this man,
and when woken- she wept for melancholy reasons,
for she never desired to be awake.
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