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Cobblestone Streets
Ports and Ships
A palace, overlooking rugged cliffs and a smugglers' cove.
Pirates and merchants, nobles and commoners.
A prince, a princess and a lackluster king.
An exiled queen.
Dragons and unicorns, mermaids and Goddesses.
Moutains with Dwarves.
Elves in the forests.
Rolling green farmland.
A Royal caravan, a promised bride.
This is the world.
Her only world.
No choice, just orders.
She wants to get away.
She wishes and prays and hopes to the heavens.
She wants her freedom.
A princess cannot have freedom.
Only a life of servitude.
Only...

The Cobblestone streets feel rain, snow, heat.
They do not change.
The Mountains feel rain, snow, fire.
They do not change.
The princess feels confinement and torture.
She tries to change.
The ocean rages, takes, gives back.
It does not change.
The Rolling hills waves gently.
They do not change.
The prince feels sorrow, pain.
He can't change.

He's all alone.
She's all alone.
They won't give in.
They hold on.
The ocean takes its due.
The mountains take their due.
The hills take their due.
They won't make it through alone.
They fight and defend together, apart.
They take their due.
They can't make it through.
They keep holding on.
They can't make it through.
It's them against the world.