once upon a time
there were bloody fists
and a pale boy
and an unbroken fate
and girls who slept too late
and eyes that held on to the coyest of coy
and lace skirts made out of mist.
once upon a time
what a maiden breathed
was only what a maiden said
and a maiden who retaliated
was a maiden dead.
once upon
many millennia
the prince didn't touch the pauper
nor the pauper eyed his wince
when he threw his head back
and separated his paragraphs
with thin lines
and an air of unsolicited crime
tapping the table
then running to the stable
to run away with a peasant boy.
once upon a certain last week
where the pale boy was too meek
and the maiden was too weak
and the prince's stable boy simply
disappeared
and the pauper, the poor man, had to face his fears
and god gave the longest sigh he had
given in years.
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I tried to rhyme this time..,......,,,,
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paraphernalia
Poetrypretentious poetry. FOREWARNING: this was written over three years. my style changes dramatically, as does everything else. quality of pieces varies.
