Blood dripped skin

One more
could she bare?
with pale white skin
that is so fair

the blood drips down
her fragile arm
with nothing but a frown
through all this harm

she drops to the floor
and hits her head
someone walks through the door
but shes already dead

who was the person
at the wooden door
who ran as fast as he could
when she hit the floor

was it her prince?
no-body knows
hard to covince
there is no hope

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