Enchanted Tales and Poems

Mistress Mine, My Will Is Thine

"Mistress Mine,
My Will is Thine;
Tell Me your Wishes Three."

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This the jinn's true spell,
Sneaking out of its golden shell,
His immortal charm yours to foretell,
Feel your joy drip as pebbles into his well.

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Wise sweet Alice, you shall meet this lad,
Such a purest love it'll turn you so glad,
You care not whether you live in a world so mad
Where catless grins linger in mid-air,
Or where the queen of hearts casts on you her evil glare.

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As the ancient lamp forged before all time
Brushes your unaware fingers, you hear a chime,
As the whitest sands wrap your soul,
As he bows to you, greeting you into his world.

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"Wishes three
You can ask from me;
Yet beware your spree,
Or you will set free
Malice and greed,
With portentious speed;
Your very will's for me
A gift granted to thee;
Your every wish is my desire,
As my restless soul shall never tire."

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Your serene young laughter
Will sway your way hereafter,
As fingers twine for affection,
As words trim love's collection,
Until a kiss seals your attraction.

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Yet swords clashed and magic was robbed,
Tears of despair streaked cheeks and hearts throbbed;
As you are forced away from your only love,
As screams aren't enough to find help from above.

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As he is pushed over the spiked stoney edge,
Your final gaze weaves a silent pledge;
None of you shall rest or drift into sleep
'Til you find each other to tightly keep
Yourselves safe and sound, away from danger;
She raises her sword against the evil stranger.

_by Daniela (Copyright 19th June 2015)_