Two girls exist,
On sides of the other.
One is righteous,
The other sinful.
Or are these just carefree monikers?
Two girls exist,
A mother same.
One in a palace full of lavished grace,
The other in a tower full of no escape.
Skills evolve as time progresses.
One girl considers,
The other disremembers.
One girl lives up to all there is to offer,
Diplomatic relations, hospitality, and societal relationships decorate her.
The other, living all alone,
Cooks and mends,
Creates and pursues,
Always learning,
Something new.
Two brothers exist,
On sides of the other.
They both have daughters,
A direct contrast to the other.
One is furious, vengeful, and cold.
The other desperate in every word.
The vengeful one soon greets his end,
The other mourns but begins to plan.
Two girls exist,
On sides of the other.
One must make a shroud for her father.
These skills requested she does not possess,
She begs her mother for help instead.
An ancient being is called forth then,
From lines on pages, one can barely understand.
A shroud of sunshine, gold, and honey,
Is traded for something worthy.
Without hesitation,
It is agreed.
Two girls exist,
On sides of the other.
One girl debates with a fae creature.
A rescue remembered,
Lights one’s eyes.
A deal is made from desperation,
Unknowing of a past rendition.
With tools of old and passion bright,
A shroud of golden of light burns bright.
Two girls exist,
On sides of the other.
One is prideful, arrogant, and unbothered.
Her mother is bright and so is she,
There will be no need
To pay one’s fee.
But there in the shadows,
Lurks a man,
Drifted apart but makes a desperate stand.
Two girls exist,
On sides of the other.
Both lost a father,
But have a mother.
The mother made a choice
And self-reflects.
But finds no guilt in her own actions.
She watches calmly,
As a desperate father wilts before her.
Now he will no longer be a bother.
Two girls exist,
On sides of the other.
One is provided a shroud from a fae creature.
A warning of collections due,
Warns of her impending doom.
A tricky miser she may know,
But a trickier fate they will bestow.
A recompense requested then rejected,
Leads to dire consequences.
Two girls exist,
On sides of the other.
One is cursed and thrown asunder.
The other makes her way in peace,
Olden knowledge guiding thee.
Youthful face, forever free,
A fae creature of her own being.
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