Paper dolls, jacks and jump ropes-Little girl plays alone.
Imagination her only companion-her only escape, immune to the chaos that flanks her.
She pretends to be a princess of a distant land, an exotic realm, in royal garments she's adorned.
Her court complete with loyal servants, whose only wish is to praise and adore.
The Knights fight for her honor, moving swiftly to slay the dragon, he ready to devour.
Gentle lady that I am, I hand this Champion a token- to bring him luck in foreign lands.
I am promised to the noble Knight who can free our land from tyranny.
Brave Paladin requires nothing less than a crown in payment for his chivallry.
Born for greatness, destined to the throne, she honors her sovereignty.
Instead of bliss she's draped in sadness, that's the cruel truth for this lady.
Both in life and at play truth is revealed to be melancholy.
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