Three Princesses of Red

On that night there was a feast set forth…

The Three Princesses attended in full regalia,

One from winter’s grove, north of England,
One from the Black Forests of Germania,
And one from the ancient beaches of Silk Asia

Of sacrifice, they spoke,
And wine they drank,
But for blood and gore they lusted.

A little nasty,
A little lisp…

And so began the legacy of
The Princesses of Red…

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