a fire red bird and a golden tree
history performs deja vu anew,
this distant, muffled memory
enchanted princesses peek a weeping eye
crowns peaking like St. Peter’s imperiled imperial
Visilisa Tsarevna’s palace lies in the dark heart of Katchei
Ivan’s affections, bold curiosity exposed
a circle dance, a faithful pledge, a hoard of monsters
the way forbidden love always goes
villainous capture, seized by surprise
a magic feather’s protection
one powerful bird brings eternal sunrise
a brave fight for a subtle paradox
freedom to wed, reign, remain
a sparkly little princess, locked up in a box.
Setting The Barre 
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