The princess who was a knight✨

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The princess who was a knight
A deep red
Was the dress that adored her petite frame
Angelic features framed by lush locks
An earthy brown were her hair
Scented of cinnamon
The young night aged
As it's stars - shining in her emerald eyes
Sought out the lost
Warm was the summer night
That called upon by fate
Grew devilish
And tang was the reek
Of the blood that her heart bled
In remorse for the battles they had lost
A peopled kingdom the glory of which
Withered away
Melting into this very summer night
Then her eyes flashed
And her mouth hardened
Silver was the sword she raised
And heinous was the battle she braved
To restore the land to its once flaunted lustre
Eventuated was the miracle of her soul,
And Gold was the courage that was her!

~Ananyaa Joshi





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