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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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