This is a poem that I wrote. It’s also on the Writings World wiki.
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There once live four princesses, all of them fair
With grace and such elegance, innocence rare
With beauty which housed their charitable souls
And hearts with a warmth which burned warmer than coals.
The first, named Gracia, was a leader dear,
To her people, whom she led without any fear,
And if there was fear, still aloft she had stood
To sacrifice self for the country’s own good.
Then there was Margarita, who with her quick mind,
Was the person to need, and the person to find,
If you wanted some answers to questions you fought
Without ever finding the answer you sought.
Then there was Victoria, who did love one and all,
Whose love stood unmoving and never did fall
Prey to the hate and the scorn of men
(Which cannot be described through the ink and the pen)
And the there was Sara, not least of the four,
Who was innocence itself from ceiling to floor*
She was elegance walking, and heart-beating too
She was Grecian Arete*, or Virtue so true.
The princesses mentioned, whose names are here writ:
Gracia, Victoria, Margarita of wit,
And virtuous Sara, Arete so true,
Doth dwell within people, within me and you.
There is goodness in mankind, that we must believe
Not all is a villain with tricks up his sleeve.
Note on “Arete”- Arete is the Greek personification of virtue.
