the prince and princess have lost themselves
they jumped into their chariot and drove off
they left their fortified village far behind
they drove off into the wooded hills which are endless
they forgot the way they had come
and now there is no way back
the wolves with their sharp eyes follow them
deeper into the thicket and the overgrowth
where there are no streams to guide them out
and now their fine cloths are in tatters
there is dirt in their hands and faces
and their chariot is tarnished
and now their fortified village is in mourning
and the lineage of its kings is broken
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