Fae queen

What plans may make
To bind, to break

Seal me in
This burning skin
And dance my eyes
To take

haunted rows,
Midst fallow groves
The flowers fair do reach

And on your brow
You wear
your crown
of twist goldenrod

My soul is yours to keep

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