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  Yet, the foul sorcerer forgot

  That no matter the harshness of reality

  True love has forever fought

  For its own right to actuality

  And so, although Lady Death reached to claim

  The ill-lucked Prince as her groom

  His tender affection for the Enchantress to his aid came

  And in a ghostly form, his gentle soul escaped Doom

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  Left alone with her fate, the Enchantress in the floor kneeled in pain

  Tormented by the unjust incomparable loss

  That no mind having experienced, could ever remain sane

  Suddenly in her hair felt a loving, tender toss

  Looking upwards to meet her fallen lover’s gaze

  A familiar imperceptive frame was what she found

  Her fallen Prince having crossed the Maze

  That all mortals are forced to wander in the Beyond

  Yet by loving affection having prevailed

  The tenacious Prince in front of his beloved stood

  A soft and warm smile covered his face like a veil

  As his invisible hand moved to caress her face in the only way he could

  A transmutation in her tormented face occurred

  The darkness that clouded her features turned to light

  Like an albedo alchemical transformation had just stirred

  The marriage of Mercury and Sulphur, as they lovingly unite

  A retribution to his fond smile into her face a way found

  As once desperate tears into grateful ones turned

  Her own hand moving to touch his without a sound

  As the lost lovers, into each other’s embrace returned