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  Tenderly, their arms wrapped remained

  Until a soft whisper from the Enchantress was heard:

  “My dearest Prince, Lady Death from taking your life has refrained;

  How come you escaped your Fate as another one in her herd?”

  Taking the Enchantress in his adoring gaze

  The gentle Prince brushed just as gentle a hand

  Across the face of the only one who made his love blaze

  His whisper as soft as the sound of shifting sand:

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  “An easier task could never have been found

  Than that to evade the chilling touch of Lady Death

  If one by his eternal love for the Enchantress is bound

  And when the prize is to once anew hear your breath

  My Enchantress, you are my sole heart’s desire

  You are the one who brings my soul delight

  You are the one who does my mind inspire

  The one for whom I find the strength to fight”

  When those loving words out of the Prince’s lips poured

  Pearly tears composed of sparkling starlight

  Adorned fairly the Enchantress’ gaze as her spirit was floored

  And her marble white arms held onto him tight:

  “Oh Reigning Champion of my heart

  My eyes lack the strength to look away from you

  If without you, as an immortal I must live my part

  I’d rather scour all lands for an ending clue”

  A silent frown marred the Prince’s handsome visage

  The quiet twist of a dagger in his translucid chest he felt

  Dark and permanent, akin to an ink blot on a white page

  And by the strength of his emotion brought down, he knelt:

  “Unfair are the Fates that disgraced us so callously

  That willed my soul to return, only to trap yours endlessly

  What a cruel Destiny it is, that to set my beloved free

  In a merciless quest to seek your demise, I’d have to be”