last straw
An isolated castle with no residents and passersby but one consigns to oblivion
All alone, brick walls surrounding the castle stacked year after year
Thorny vines of rose bushes scrambled its way through the sky-scraping tower
In it, locked a maiden, completely alone, no one to call out to, no way to reach out
But the prince, maneuvering a catapult, with pair of shears in his hands, found his way to the castle
Vine by vine, all giant stalks come raining down, a clear path he creates
With hurling large stones colliding with towering walls, down and down goes the castle
Bricks by bricks had the tower been torn apart, everything that surrounds the maiden has come tumbling down,
"I have come to get you," says the prince.
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