love
The castle is ready to be destroyed by the prince.The princess is blind - still awaiting.
The clock is tick -tacking.
The blood in her veins is still slow.
Then, suddenly the cue cue is breaking the glass of the cassle of silence.
Noise!
The prince was too slow,apatic and weak.He was smoking on back of his horse.
A cold wave of wind entered the window.
Short wistle
The princess was dead
turned into dry sand
The prince was enjoying his horse.
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