There's crimson in white next to the castle wall,

Just outside the doorway to a fortress strong and tall,

Gray stone towers shoot straight up in the sky,

Almost touching the clouds that drift by.

There's crimson in white greeting the princess there,

Who enters the castle door and rises upon the stair,

Who ascends upward through the gray stone maze,

Who looks out through a window into a darkening haze.

Author: Randy Stahla, copyright 2006.

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Blue Ballerina was written for those who have lost someone because of a crime.