I will tell you a story about days of old about a beautiful girl with a heart of gold. With curly black hair and a pep in her step. Skin of bronze and full plump lips. A slumber gal but fast from weak she kept to herself barely saying a peep. Her name you ask? Well Lilac if you should know she wore a blood red dress nowhere near the color of snow.
Where she lives you ask no one had a clue dear Lilac just seemed to pip up or the blue. There once was a time a man came to town he looked like a knight that protected the crown. On his waist there was a sack but once he saw Lilac he forgot all about that. He that her skin was not pale and her lips surly were not thin the thought of that mage the noble knight grin. Poor Lilac did not know she would become a slave for her golden heart did not match her greed to be paid. A temptress if you would is what she became.
The next day the whole town knew that she fooled a man for hours money, jewels, and even his pants. Lilac was not ashamed and laughed at the man and said, "good day sir knight", holding up his jewels and pants. The night threw his head back and have a hearty laugh you are bold fair lady but I shall come back and when I do you shall fall into my trap. With that he left no knowing her name but a mental picture imprinted in his brain. flow the gentle knight knew he would be back again.
For many years flew by and dear Lilac grew fairer and fairer and the knight could not wait for a chance to get at her. Then one day the King cake to town and when Lilac saw him she took on deep frown for the knight that she tempted out of his jewels and pants turned out to be King of that very land. When he spoted his last whom looked confused and dismounted his house and walked towards his muse and got down one knee and said now my fair lady you will fall in to my trap
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