Fiordelisa in her tower
shone brighter than her
sister's jewels.
Her prince perched on a tree
of broken glass,
his wings born of defiance, bled,
and he dropped the emeralds
pilfered for his love.
A fairy godmother, torn with pity
for her plain and bitter charge
undid her enchantment,
the coat of feathers
and begged the prince to choose again.
Fiordelisa, primed by suffering
gained her crown, and
throughout her enchanted quest
stayed true.
Her longing reached the
prince at last, he ran to her
so fast he couldn't help but recall
what it was to fly.
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