Hey Guys! Its Cure! So Sorry for waiting so long to update, I've been a bit busy with Winter Sports, Midterms, Art, Talent Show, and Such. I hope you enjoy this poem, and that you all have a happy, and healthy New Year.
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-Villanous-
-By Cure-
Its show time now,
to the play of our lives.
Like it or not, darling,
our rolls are set.
Contrast as they might,
there is nothing we can do to change them.
So raise the curtian!
Scene 1,
the beautiful queen sits on her throne,
enjoying the company of a strong king...
And of course,
as in all tales, a divine princess.
KING: Oh! What aa lucky man art thou! I have a stunning wife, and a goddess of a daughter!
QUEEN: Not to mention thy kingdom thrives, just as ivy does on a brick wall! What could be a better bliss?
PRINCESS: Mommy!
Daddy!
Lets go play in the gardens!
I am bored of the palace.
The Queen tilts her head to the princess,
and oh, darling,
she looks so kind as she laughs.
Too Bad that as the curtian falls, the sound of thunder rolls.
Its show time now,
to the play of our lives.
Like it or not, darling,
our rolls are set.
Contrast as they might,
there is nothing we can do to change them.
Act 1,
Scene 2.
Two coffins are lowered into the ground in the palace court yard,
and the divine princess... Has now became the queen.
At such a ripe age, with no one to guide her...
The Princess becomes stupid, and foolish.
With tthe rippeling of a harp, the next act starts.
Its show time now,
to the play of our lives.
YOU ARE READING
A breif vent of freeform
PoezjaThis is a collection of poems that I write in my freetine.
