Have you head about
The Tale of The
Princess, The
Prince and The
Woodcutter?It goes like this
Once,
There was a girl and boy
They met, neither happy neither coy
They met in only hate
Each taking the other's bait
Of coming out a stormy winter
As they they stood trying to hinder
The other with truths and lies.The snow storm had only gotten worse
As of the weather too was cursed
With the Princess devious looks
And her aptitude for books
Along with the Prince's supernatural ability
Sensing danger but causing senilityBoth kingdoms on the brink of war
Tension as jagged as a saw
Two to meet to solve the conflict
Both conspirating yet neither areBoth to kill each other to end
The warThe
Axe
Fell
And
So
Did
The
TreeShe was terrified, scared, afraid
Snowflakes in her hair
Shivering in the cold and
Fear
The unsuspecting woodcutter held the axe
That was to lead to her demise
She saw the wood tilt and towards her
FallShe
ScreamedShe was going to
Die?There was a moment where she thought
It all ended.But it
Didn't.The Prince
Wrapped his arms around her as
He pounced
Like a snowcat
Light, fast fleet
He sprung and
Pushed her out of the way.
Her enemy
Nemesis
The one she was to
Kill...
There in the snow
The Prince thought
Why
She was his rival.
Why
He saved her.
Why
Why did he do that?He looked down upon her
She was still frozen in shock
He tried to summon
Courage
Bravery
To do the deed
To do what was necessarySo he looked at her.
He looked at her hard,
And realised,
Her eyes shining like twin emeralds
Sparkling in the amid the white
Filling with hardness as she hissed
Very well then.
Kill me.But
He knew then
His hand was too heavy
To strike down and deal her death
Not with her eyes shining like the
Stars of
Night
Blazing away his hatred
His distaste
His resentmentThough his sword shone, bright steel
Yearning for a taste of red
He could never succumb to that urge
No, never again...
The Princess
And the Prince
Along with a very confused woodcutter
PartedNot as rivals
But as friends
Maybe moreFor before they left
Determined to end the war
PeacefullyThe Prince gave the Princess
A kiss
Of farewell
Of loveThe woodcutter just stood by there.
Still puzzled.
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Tears Of The Rose
PoetryA. Ton. Of. Random. Poems. Just warning you. The poem that inspired the title of this book: Tears of the Rose A rose Is a prickly thing Armed with barbed thorns Stinging like thousands of merciless Bees that hover protectively Over their prize. Rose...