On her bare feet, she sang and danced.
She swirled gleefully and knew no fear.
Suddenly, she was grabbed by an unknown
She tried to break free with much pain to bear.
But eventually taken to a place she knew nothing of;
In the dark room, she bitterly cried, "why am I here? "
Then a figure spoke in a familiar voice,
"Give the underground lords the treasure you own.
It will be an exchange for your freedom"
Perturbed, she spoke, "The treasure of pure love I've known,
What is the gain trading it for the inglorious?
O treacherous guardian, may evil writhe your bone".
The man smirked coldly at the bold-faced frightened lady
"Philomena, you will be sold out for meat.
Prepare yourself for the trade ritual;
Your fate is now tied to dance to our beat.
Make those great graceful glamorous moves,
And flow in tune even in the fiercest heat".
As the cold traitor left, she said to herself,
"I would rather write on the torn out piece of my cloth.
My faithful pigeon shall take it to my betrothed prince,
To whom my heart is kept a treasure in oath;
That I may reveal the cruelty of my supposed trusted guardian
Who in life or death is now the enemy to loathe".
The treasure in the wooden chest could never measure up
Against the treasure she protects in her fair chest
The lords of the rivalry kingdom could keep the former
But the greater choice goes to her only best
Even in her death, all kingdoms shall know
That her plight birthed greater conquest
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