Tell me a bed time story.
Again? I've told you 3 already. Why haven't you fallen asleep yet?
You're either too good at telling stories, or you're really bad at putting people to sleep.
Let's hope it's the former. Are you OK?
Is something bothering you?
Tell me a bedtime story.
*Sigh* Fine. Which one do you want to here?
Tell me the one about the Prince and his Knight in shining Armor.
Is that one your favorite?
*She nods her head while moving her sheet to cover her upper lip*
You have good taste. It's mine too. Alright let's begin.
The Prince lived in the stars because the world always seemed to small for him. He kept to himself. The stars kept an eye on him. Made sure wasn't a threat. Even though he was harmless. He had many enemies. People that wanted to take his crown. He would give it gladly. He had no interest in it. No need for it. Yet it wasn't that simple. His crown was meant for HIM only. As in it only fit him. The crown would use various methods of trying to get away from unwanted people. It would shock, burn, stab, and even repel away form anymore who wasn't The Prince. Anyone who tried to put it on it would simply fall off. And The Prince couldn't get away from it. No matter how hard he threw it, where he hid it, or where he would hide from it. It would find him and rest gently on his head.
The crown sounds like a mix between a graudian angel and a monster.
One. What did I tell you about interrupting my stories?
That you'll spank me into submission the next time I interrupt your story.
*A devious smile rolled across her face*
I-I don't remember saying that! W-We must have gotten drunk last time I told a story... *He Blushes*
*She giggles* That's because I made the rule silly. It was me! DIO! MWAHAHAHA! *Really bad evil laugh*
God I love you.
*Replies in a deep voice* I love you too, my son.
*Coughs* Anyway, the ACTUAL rule is if you interrupt me three times, I'm out. I was gonna let you off the hook ,but after that snarky comeback you're on strike one.
*She Groans*
And two what makes you think the angel and the monster are two separate things? They could be the same. It all depends on perspective. Now shush and let me finish so I can go to bed.
The crown was apart of The Prince. His royal blood made it so. With no say on the matter the Prince wondered. If he was a Prince, who was his King? Where was the King and Queen? Did he have a Princess? Did he have a sister? Where and what was his kingdom? Was he the hier? As of this moment he was a the Prince of Nothing. He ruled over no one. He asked the stars if he would ever find his kingdom. They replied with silence. So he wondered. Looking for a meaning. For a purpose.
Then, he found it.
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A Boy And His Box
PoesíaHey! This is my first time doing something like this so sorry if I suck. This is going to be a book mostly filled with poems I write. I'm going to do other things with later ,so of you don't like poetry stick around for some adventures. This book is...
