Magnus is a white swan
Flying to wed an ivory prince, and
A dew horse will pull their carriage home.
The ceremony will unfold in a prairie twilight,
And the joining will be lit by the harvest moon.
Royal Silver, their attendant, will pronounce Magnus
The Heritage Princess, a most lovely title.
The crowd should gasp, streaming joy from their eyes,
And Magnus's parents, Raspberry Phlox and May Night.
Will stand with compassion within sight.
And fireworks will explode,
A combustion of violet foliage confetti, for
Rumors have spread that the Scarlet Emperor
Will arrive to wish them blessings.
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Someone Like Me {Poetry}
PoetryWith power there come words. And with words there comes music. And with music there comes joy. And that's why I write poetry.
