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The Hollow Princess
Beauty is a fickle thing
Held in the eye of beholders
But you’ve decided to sell your soul
And set that weight on your shoulders
And still you go back to the devil
To trade away your voice
The prince still hadn’t noticed you
Did you have to make that choice?
The prince is now in your thrall
But you are still in the devil’s.
A soulless princess already
And now you’re mute for your troubles.
Wrath was never a problem before
But now it plagues you daily
Without a soul you’re full of hate
And no longer smile gayly.
But what is worse, soul or voice?
At least you still have a heart
At least you love your husband
But you’ve torn yourself apart.
Your name is Ariane
But no one will ever know
The name of the Hollow Princess
With skin as white as snow
She lacks a voice, she lacks a soul
She only has a heart
A broken one she’s mended,
Already it’s falling apart
And yet she goes to the devil again
The man whose hands are burned
But what will she trade away this time?
Will she have her soul returned?
Her heart she now has traded
And it leaves a gaping hole
She traded it back for the life that she had
And she’s lost the husband she stole.
The devil returned her soul and voice
But her heart he has consumed.
The prince no longer enchanted
And his normal life resumed.
Poor Ariane with gaping hole
In her chest for all to see
“There’s the one who dealt with the devil!”
She was banished by decree.
The prince she deceived sent her far away
To a land where no devil lingered
But every night poor Ariane
Dreams of a man burnt-fingered.