My own special twist to the Canterbury Tales
From the Princess's Prologue
Alone in her travels throughout the night
Was a lass whose skin so pure and light
Born of royal blood when snow lay fresh
Same day her father been laid to rest
Untouched by sin and blessed to be holy
And only to do what she is told solely
But a secret to tell about this young lass
Is her well fitted armor carved out of brass
Still dainty and small is the snowy white girl,
Not so quick to chase after diamonds and pearls
But stumbles so easily over handsome men,
Maybe not if her heart so weak had been
She had curly brown locks, and midnight blue eyes,
That