The Purple Princess

A princess of twilight finds her true reflection in the twin soul of her heart.

Upon the velvet halls of night, she reigns,
A Princess crowned where twilight ever wanes.
Her robe is woven from the dusk’s embrace,
With starlight jewels that adorn her grace.

Her laughter ripples like a silver streams,
Her sorrow hidden deep within her dreams.
Though kingdoms bow and nobles bend the knee,
Her heart beats for a truth no crown can see.

For in the stillness, when the torches fade,
She feels a rhythm, strong yet gently made.
A twin-born soul, unseen yet always near,
A whispered vow her spirit longs to hear.

He comes not draped in scepters, gold, or might,
But with a gaze that turns her dark to light.
No servant, knight, nor lord could claim his part,
He is the echo of her royal heart.

Together they are more than throne or land,
Two souls entwined, as ocean meets the sand.
Her purple crown gleams brighter by his side,
For love, not lineage, makes her truly tied.

So let the bards remember, let them start,
The tale of princess and her mirrored heart.
No greater reign, no higher art could be,
Than twin souls joined for all eternity.

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Written for: "Earn the Badge - Open"