There's a harlot in the tower
Sentenced by the king
Held captive until the end of days
Even though she wears his ring
The harlot once a maiden
Born pure as fallen snow
Was seduced by life's temptations
Until the king she did not know
The king still loved her greatly
And held this truth deep in his heart
That despite the pain and sorrow
Never truely could they part
The harlot knew this also
And played the king for all she could
Thus the struggle for power continued
As they both knew always would
Their lives were bound by divine fate
Never to be undone
At once a blessing and a curse
For in truth the two were one
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