Sleeping Thorns
I am the master,
and her my slave
Here I rule
on towers high
shielded by thorns
and armed with fire
Then he came
to kill my slave,
and take my rule
before me
Now I lay
in disarray
Maleficent slayed
before me
Now he comes
to take my head
and I will sleep
for all eternity
Once upon a time...
the end.
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