She will decide one fine day,

“No longer your slave,” she’ll say.

She will win wars of the heart,

And Trojan horses of illusion.

She will be Royal to one,

Worthy of being her King.


I’m spellbound,

Can’t run away now.

Search for me at lost and found,

On the streets and all around town.

Keep finding me but don’t make a sound,

I need to be back on the prowl.

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