'Tis tipping it down
In a medieval town
The waterfalls drown
The princess uncrowned
Clad in a gown
Had she sworn
No man unborn
By the riverside mourn
To the unwatered corns
Tell the forbidden storm
The seeds are unsown
In a mighty throne
To a kingship thrown
Love is unknown
The watersmeet songs
Have them all gone
©LIL ARCHA
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