Who is the fairest of them all. The odd-one-out in the crowd?
A bursting blossom of gentleness upped their eagerness to enshroud
How does she anger the sunshine by day, a pitiful pleading on knees?
Only to turn from the rays that engulf to illuminate over dark seas
Where did this beauty, in delicate stature, defying rights to procreate?
Take a hold of an army, make loving slaves of them, no shackles or locks to negate
Why does this queen in her regal complexion, hold no fear or desire to confer?
Never utter a word, no daylight confession affirms nor nullifies her
Often this young lure in bareback and breasts, toys with the need to convene
A coastline of bodies to carpet her safely, through mountain, or maze or ravine
Yes, let her be, this beacon in darkness, who flits like an ocean fire-fly
The spark of a wood stick, a zap of electric, cracks colours across the night sky
Who is the fairest of them all? Lucina, who'll light up your night
But your soul is already taken, and your heart very strongly alight
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