maiden
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The monster wanted love from the maidenAnd gold that the townspeople paid himWhen it came time to collectHim the maiden did rejectTo contain his wrath none could persuade him
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On a quite curious day, certain events were set into motion.
Seven young men sailed out on the ocean.
And to their dismay
A beautiful, cursed maiden joined on the way.
Every man entranced by her beauty
Once upon a time there was a king,
but not just a king,
A queen, but oh no,
Not just a queen,
A quite young maiden,
But not just a young madien,
All were unaware that the perfectly imperfect,
And so it begins, our maiden voyage
We start, launching
glances, cannons, from across the room
Pull anchor, casting
off from walls we once docked
We sail, setting
In that forest deep and green
They came across a maiden
Unlike anything they'd ever seen
With gold and jewels was laden
With words of honey she led them
Deep into the wood
