Sarah D. Maas. The courtyard of the Fog and Rage (№ 325717)

Lived two sisters, they went playing,
To the ships his father to watch... Approaching a wave of the sea
The older pushed the younger toward her.
Sometimes she sank, sometimes pop up,
While the Miller dam her body is not horrible.
But what he did to her sternum?
He created a Alt to play.
What he did with her little fingers? He made his viola pegs to match.
And what did he do with his comb?
In the case of the Alta stand arranged on horseback.
What did he do with her veins so blue? Strings on the viola they were now.
What he did with eyes so clear?
In Alt put dawn in red.
What he did with the language so hard?
With the new language and the sound became clear.
The third string is sounded first,
Behold there my father, the king.
Then there came the second string,
Behold there my mother that the Princess was.
And here sounded three strings:
Behold yonder is my sister that drowned me, his desire.