Lost in Cinders

A mysterious poem about a princess

A royal death of purest gold
Will never seek or new unfold
Yellow locks and beauty seen
Abnormal love while not so keen
Quest of fabric, sun, moon, stars
Beasts give pelts with soft pink scars
Steal away with gifts to sleep
Kingdom servant does thou reap
Ash of pelage, cook and tidy
Dancing when the night is flighty
Escape from hidden new desire
Trinket broth must now acquire
Now dust dame claimed by trick of jewel
Exposed in grace, of glamor night
Love has returned encased with tulle
All souls are clean, all wrongs now right