July Maven of Hate

There exists in the kingdom a woman of the prettiest affections.  She dances in the quarries and she lights the torch of freedom with her quick wit. But that said, she has dispossessed all talents the day that every child got to visit her seat in the balcony that possessed a charm the proportions of a magic candle that burns with a flame of hatred.  I liked this maven who we will call July, but sadly July did not like me.  She showed me her magic candle and she asked me to sit down in her chair.  I was appalled, but I did it anyhow.  This day I must profess that I have blown out her magic candle but it still burns in her mind and being.