A villainous kidnapper's what he'd been,
Intent on keeping that which mattered most;
She couldn't allow it, not with her kin:
If her parents found out, then she'd be toast!
She raced hard for thirteen terrible hours,
Through frightening traps and dangers untold;
Forget he'd given her certain powers,
Forget that his heart is already sold.
To her, only her, he'd promised his heart,
But she knew it as an Abovegound ploy
So she shot without thought, that fateful dart:
She would not be played with, was not a toy!
As beautiful as he's in that ball-dream,
She'd just remember: things aren't what they seem.