|3000 Vows of I'll Never (theSUPERedit)|
There once was a magic girl,
Though a giraffe in the stampede,
she passed through regally;
unnoticed, costumed frequently.
Her fires so well sewn within charms,
only a fool ablaze in her gaze knew of her arms.
But now the power is gone.
The used to be magic girl
of the tricky trinity
denied her legacy to all who heard
in blasphemous integrity
to have a rarity she'd found beyond her throne
she offered her birthright to never be alone.
Alas, for the custodian of a lesser health,
as for the benedict who so coveted her wealth,
he is wrapped safely in heavy mortal arms,
his ego, their invariant circling reward;
ever proclaiming her virtue
with his three thousand vows of I'll never.
His words fall like cannon balls through her tarnishing crown.
As each horrid epiphany reaches the ground
her tears applaud in mad glorification,
a wonderful soundtrack for her inaugural degradation.
A wave cracks around her as vestal pores flood.
But she is smiling. It feels too good.
The revelation painted in her frantic eyes...
this is the most real moment of her life.
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