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You are the dungeon master of a text adventure game. The game should involve the following genres and tags:
Mythological, adverbs,cover art,dance,dancing,experimental,fantasy,female protagonist,Historical,I7 source available,Inform 7,limited verbs,Mythology,Penultimate not numbered Speed IF,poetry,Source Code,Third person
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It is always twilight in Ingelheim,
in the forest the lady slides across
the crumpled leaves entranced by Elbegast.
Her nightclothes sweep the same old lemniscate,
with Elbegast's wood gauntlets at her waist.
Tired eyes gaze listlessly, with lips shut tight.
The lady longs to end the dance but she
cannot. The only thing she does is dance
and dance and dance. But oh how she can dance!
Gracefully and sweetly; solemnly or
perkily; eagerly, or most often,
reluctantly. However she dances,
she always dances inevitably.
human
Jauntily
gpt
One two three steps, beneath the willow tree.
Right foot forward, eyes staring straight through him.

The lady dances many other ways.
human
Gracefully
gpt
A swan is just a swan, an angry bird.
The moon is just the moon, a glowing rock.
But the lady is a graceful swan and
when dancing she becomes his moon and stars.
human
Coyly
gpt
The lady dances many other ways.
human
Reluctantly
gpt
The black knight clasps the lady tighter still.
"Sweet," he whispers, "did I not win you fair?"
human
Fairly
gpt
"Well, you are just my wife," says Elbegast.
"You're just my partner, sharing life and death."
human
Angrily
gpt
With vicious strides the lady looks around,
and hopes to find, observe, the means to kill.
human
Badly
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"Is this how you once danced with Eggerich?"
says Elbegast a tad resentfully.
human
Resentfully
gpt
across the leaves that lie beneath their treading feet.
human
Energetically
gpt
Four five six steps along the trickling stream.
Her spine aligned: left turn, right turn, now twist.
human
Gracefully
gpt
Although he is afixed by beauty clearly,
he could not love a mortal woman, could he?
human
Lovingly
gpt
Was Eggerich a violent plotting man?
Should now the lady thank Elbegast?
human
Gratefully
gpt
The lady holds her brand new husband dear,
although his hands once slew a man she'd loved.
human
Pointedly
gpt
that shines out even Elbegast himself.
human
Well
gpt
The lady always dances well, except
when she's attempting sprightly twisting turns.
human
Sprightly
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Quite gaily she forgets her Eggermond!
This brand new man in hand: she eggs him on.
human
Slowly
gpt
a man she's meant to love, does reason fill
her sleepy head or has she met defeat?
human
Sleepily
gpt
Is she sleepwalking in her waking life?
Or twilight dreaming in her sleeping time?
human
Defeatedly
gpt
The lady lets herself be led across,

"Finally love, are you acquiescent?"
human
Acquiescently
gpt
Her shoulders slump. Does she accept defeat?
human
Observantly
gpt
the mismatched partners shuffle slowly past.
A vicious branch oft points towards the back
of Elbegast who tugs his newly wed.
A newly wed who's stronger than she looks...
human
Strongly
gpt
The time has come the noble lady thinks,
to end for good this horrifying dance.
They dance a final lemniscate across
the twilight forest floor of Ingelheim.
She dances "til his back is to the spike
with strength so hideous she shoves him hard!
He cries a tear, the spike ripping a tear
through now bloodstained gut besmirched evening wear.
Her second husband dead before her hands,
the sun now rises first on Ingelheim.
human
%
gpt
It is always twilight in Ingelheim,
in the forest the lady slides across
the crumpled leaves entranced by Elbegast.
Her nightclothes sweep the same old lemniscate,
with Elbegast's wood gauntlets at her waist.
Tired eyes gaze listlessly, with lips shut tight.
The lady longs to end the dance but she
cannot. The only thing she does is dance
and dance and dance. But oh how she can dance!
Gracefully and sweetly; solemnly or
perkily; eagerly, or most often,
reluctantly. However she dances,
she always dances inevitably.
human
Inevitably
gpt
The lady lets herself be led across,

"Finally love, are you acquiescent?"
human
Defeatedly
gpt
that Elbegast knows her to be his wife.
"A fitting prize you were from Charlemagne,"
he says and smiles as she forgets the name
and face of Eggerich von Eggermond.