Maybe it was on September 18th of 2023, maybe it was on that day a confession was made. Maybe it may be so, where all the fireflies glowed, down below, the deep blue, the big blue, sat around this little town, not a single frown around.

For it was here, that a hero appeared, blonde hair, blue eyes, never to die; a legend was born, for it was sworn by the great toad, who sat upon a throne.

And a majesty as beautiful as she, and as lovely as she, admired him, from afar as she sat and gazed and listened and spoke gently with a soft laugh. Her hair was golden, although it was as black as the crow which guarded all of them, from the horrible scares that they all shared, and the straws of the statue poked her dignity and love although she was fair there was a lot more there.

For it was the day of the fire reignited and the day the fox spoke, to them all who stood tall, and faced the terrifying beast. These crow wings sheltered and gave peace. Although their time was short, and the crow’s wings fell apart and the melodious voice that it once carried was taken away, it gave them all a sense of joy that day. The victory was theirs and theirs to share, but none dared to cross into that lands the lands of those so fair, but nevertheless bare.

Now as this maiden although very beautiful and who knew of this blessed crow hair, although to them all it meant peace, to her it meant power and vengeance.

For she loved the fox, the beast the least expected of those who were there to marry her and make her theirs.

And so she sat and watched from afar, although it was painful to bear she sat far away as she watched and caught his gaze, and as they looked into each other’s eyes she couldn’t help but feel the fox’s demise and it pained her to be seen from afar.