Dancing Princess Turns Into Stone Queen -- Part 2
While the old soldier feigns to be asleep,
The eldest princess opens the floor-lid.
She summons twelve princes.
They are ready in their twelve boats.
Each princess in a different boat,
With her prince.
They row and row, they glide, they
May well be flying on the lake.
The water is still, heavy and polished
Like a dark mirror in the moonless
The lovers giggle and whisper,
Smile and embrace in glee.
On the shore, a hooded figure awaits.
He escorts them inside the castle
Of all the dances.
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