In a kingdom by the name of Dorne,
There was a lad, trapped in a throne.
He had hundreds of servants, gems and stones,
But alas, he was alone.He was a king, you see.
This poor boy, as young as he.
All his young dreams were set aside,
Washed ashore by the strong tides.He dreamed of painting the world anew,
Make its colours shine with glow.
Draw what's only seen by few,
The wonders mixed in every hue.He dreamed of finding love under the moon's glow,
And not a betrothal to a woman he doesn't know.
To hear the music, to witness the world halt,
Along with the loud drum of his beating heart.But from miles and miles towards the border,
The castle, the people, were all under his order.
He was a boy weary with the weight,
Of all the burdens thrown by cruel fate.There's also the deceits and lies,
That break the string of strong ties.
He was sorrounded by artifice smiles,
In every corner were cunning eyes.One night under moonless sky,
A fairy appeared right before his eyes.
She granted him a chance to change his fate.
To leave the life he dreaded and hate.His eyes glistened with unshed tears
The words were music to his ears.
Oh how he longed and dreamed for this chance,
To pursue his own dreams for once.The night might be moonless,
But darkness did not reached his heart.
Because in the corners,deep in the thresses,
Are the pleas that brought him to a halt.All his folks' pleas were like buzzling beas,
They were painful to the ears,
But he knew every scream and hiss.
'Oh I couldn't leave them.' He said in tears.This king, as young as he,
Knew his duty was bigger than his young dreams could ever be,
For every young dream, now he would help to build.
Now he'd be a master in every field.Sometimes, your duty becomes a bar to the dreams you sought,
Sometimes you feel trapped in the burdens it brought.
And you long to leave, to make a brandnew start.
But look closely, find the answer deep within your heart.Maybe your burdens are just channels to a bigger dream.
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Blue Fairytales
PoetryLife is a fairytale, with pages in various hues. Some are in bright, happy colors; some are just in blue. But each one is worth reading, even those in gloomy, crumpled pages. Because those stories crumpled by hardships contain life's greatest lesson...