She charged the street, running breathless grabbing her locket
She was running in the market because she stole some bread
For she had nothing in her hollow pocket
Not a single thought flowed into her head
But then she was stopped and grabbed by the king's royal guard
"Wonder what our great king will do with you!" he said
Then soon she found herself on the king's stone yard
His highness said "Bring me our lovely dancing shoes, you two!"
They brought in the sharp shoes and they forced them on
She jump up and down and spinned around painting the white tile red
The king yelled, "Hey, Jester play us a song!"
And as he played his silver flute, its song spiraled inside her head
People around hear her cruel singing
A hatred so bad and strong, its stinging
She fell to the ground crying
Her world soon started dying
"Please don't kill me!" is what she said
"Take me a slave and spare my head!"
The king sat and scratched his chin; he hated to think in letting her win
So he spit in her presence, stood up and said
"Taking your head, how cruel you think I am."
He snapped his fingers and scolded hard
And along came an executioner with hot iron bars.
She screamed she shrieked as the guards held her down
As the executioner laughed at the clown screaming on the ground
"Yes the towns people will be glad for sure."
They took the bars and hooked her cheeks
As her bright red smile started to leak
They put her in chains and hung her by rope
A puppet she now was
She sang the words her master spoke
But soon after she died on his words
And that was the day that she choked
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Pain
RandomA book with short stories about depression, anxiety, and a few other things. They tell you the thoughts and feelings that can go through your head or just about why or how somethings happen the way they do. These short stories are not true events. I...
