The princess looked outside,
Watching the knights train all day.
Though the war waged on,
There was little she could say.
All she could do was wait.
So one day she made a plan.
A plan to help her people,
To end the war.
So to battle she went,
To fight and win.
Though the princess is missing,
At least the kingdom can reward him.
This new recruit in the army.
A knght in shining armor.
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The Poetry of a Young Dreamer
PoetryYes I need therapy but writing shitty poetry while listening to Achilles Come Down is free and just as effective
