As far as my eye can see,
There is naught but empty light
The heav'ns reach on for miles,
Endless in stark gray-white.

No geese to speckle the plain,
Suspended above our heads
Only a cold blanket of fog
And the frozen earth, a bed.

Saturated in its melancholy pain,
The sky strains to uphold its saline sea,
Until its strength is spent through
And sky's frozen tears burst free.

Once upon a time,

A very long time ago,

There was a girl that everyone in the kingdom used to know,

She was pretty but sad and rather low,

always having to sow the seeds and even the clothes,

She seemed rather alone,

Simply no where to go,

Her father had an ego as strong and bitter as the snow,

Her mother was bossy but rightly so.

She knew she was always protected,

Her pride was strong, But somewhere in there she felt ugly, sad, lonley, Mad!, But one day she let it all out,

And everyone saw that they feel the same,

Everybody had their own pain,

She could see everyone desereved to be a princess, A knight and even a Queen,

They all colided together for a wonderful,

Self confidentual ceremony,

And with all the muscles in their faces they struck the last smile,

Of the kingdom with great sanity,

And that were the last of the century.

By Larna Kira Kourtis.



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