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The Wind Blew
riding through the night upon her gallant steed the princess elf had her mission to fulfill to announce the arrival of her father the king the wind blew through her hair she felt the freedom a war was brewing between the elves and the underworld the thought frightened her when she spent time on it so she tried not to give it much thought she just sped on the wind blew through her hair she felt the freedom the magic the elves possessed was only in the royal family now the aunts the uncles distant cousins all possessed as well they were the targets of the underworld protected they must be the wind blew through her hair she felt the freedom she had to try and reach her goal for a sacrifice she was the people had grown complacent war was not accepted anymore her death would wake them us she was their beloved princess the wind blew through her hair she felt the freedom four peasants found her body and her steed in the forest their anger and remorse lit the fire that the king needed he mourned his daughter greatly but her sacrifice was essential the wind blew through her hair she felt the freedom Vote for this poem
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