Tell me your love is not cruel.
You needn’t – it does not exist.
Against you, I must constantly duel
But am shrouded by mist.

The mist around your heart,
It lies, it deceives.
You are a work of art,
Which my heart perceives
As love and devotion.
You hold a king’s power,
Your beauty is your throne
Raising you up – tall as a tower.

Tell me, can I ever change the path,
My soul has set for my coming years?
You needn’t – I can always count on your wrath,
To make my heart spill tears.

(Just to clarify, that was a partial rewrite of a previous poem I posted here titled “A King’s Throne Is As Cold As His Heart”)

When I look at you,
I don’t know what to do,
I look at the blue sky,
But don’t know what to decide.
There are so many reasons,
For a change of heart as sudden as a change of seasons,
But your heart is as cold as stone,
All mighty on it’s high high throne.
Whether I will ever change the path,
That my soul has set for my future years,
I know I can always count on your wrath,
To make my heart cry tears.

In a time that was yesterday and eternally present, there lived a prince who had been silent for as long as anyone could remember. His mother the Queen was heartbroken at her son’s muteness and the King heartbroken at his wife’s grief. So it was that on the Prince’s eighteenth birthday, they issued a proclamation saying that any man or woman who could make the Prince speak would receive the richest reward in the kingdom. However, the penalty for those who failed would be instant death.

Many brave men and women tried to make the young Prince speak. And as many were beheaded. The King and Queen had all but given up their quest when, from the woods nearby, came one last adventurer…”-Nicky Singer, Feather Boy

 

I decided that I would carry on this fairy tale because I thought it was pretty good:

 

It was a small and graceful person in a cape. This stranger approached the castle bounds and searched for an entrance. It met a knight and asked him where to find King Joseph and his wife Queen Mary. The knight showed the stranger the way and continued. So the caped person walked to the castle gates and knocked. A guard asked their identity, and then let them in.

They went through a parting corridor which led to the King and Queen’s court. It was a big, marble room that stood on one-hundred columns.

The strange visitor looked around curiously, particularly intrigued with a bronze statue which seemed to be motioning towards some high chairs. So the stranger looked up and saw their Majesties sitting on their thrones.


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