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  With trembling fingers, the Enchantress reached

  To hold the Prince's tearful expression

  Cupping his face like a fortress besieged

  Her voice ringing with a melancholic intonation:

  "There is no power in all the Land and Seas

  Or higher in the heavenly skies above

  That could ever cause the longing of my soul to cease

  Or ever fade the enduring devotion of our Love

  No crueller Fate could have been bestowed upon me

  Than to face the Eons of the world without your company

  So if I'm to endure eternal life in Misery

  I choose that time to be spent with you in Mortality"

  Slowly the Enchantress falls down to her knees

  Just so that she could brush a light touch

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  Through his incorporeal hair that swayed with a soft breeze

  While the tremor in her voice held her lover's heart in a clutch:

  "I choose it, my heart

  To never again be a part

  Of this world that we were once happy in

  Because only for this once, to die...is to win"

  Just as tears marred deeply the Enchantress' visage

  They marked the Prince's face like a bloodstain

  As he softly pressed his forehead to hers in a sorrowful image

  And weakly whispered, his baritone cracking with pain:

  "My Lady...An easier task would it be for me

  To pull down the moon from distant skies

  Or to reach the most profound bottom of the sea

  Than to take on this task that to your demise has cruel ties

  And I want you to know that...as a ghostly figure

  I'd roam these lands a thousand years tenfold

  Waste away my eternal slumber, leave my soul without cure

  If it meant keeping you safe, away from Lady Death's cold

  And yet, if your life you are willing to bravely capitulate

  My love, I'm left without choice or reason

  I'll dutifully search every corner of this Land to fulfil my Fate

  Ending your curse and life, even if to my breaking heart it is the worst treason"

  As soon as the Prince's broken murmur comes to an end

  His beloved's hands slowly reach to touch his

  Holding onto his incorporeal body as if there was an invisible strand

  Tying together the tragic lovers souls with expertise

  "My beloved, we will make the wrong right

  And challenge the forces that rule the universe

  Starting by retrieving our people from the Sorcerer with a fight

  And ending it in our eternal peace, by breaking your curse"

  Those words exchanged, the lovers took swift flight

  Running away unseen from the Sorcerer's freshly stolen territory

  As all that intended to stop them were frozen at the ghostly sight

  Of the fallen Prince and his Lady, forgetting to tell the story