In medieval times I lived
I remember very deep tomb
I was breathing asking for life
but was bured for curses and sins.
I did promise to come again
let years pass , let centures go.
poor Soul is born again.
just to finish undone deeds.
so...I'll start books of my tales.
I'm creative, imagine and dream.
now I 'm witch that flies in the night.
but tomorrow I'll wake as a queen.
medieval times
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