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Once upon a time Lived a princess of golden hair Fancied by creatures of every clime For she was but so fair One day whilst in a wood There came an angel of death smilingly disguised in a hood Fervently craving her breath Being in a deep slumber She couldn't see this beast For it thus marked a number A death spell upon her wrist **Ding **** castle bells rang** Slumbering she couldn't hear Despite they were loudly bang Soon the realm buzzed with fear With a voice so hard and cold Need her here! Roared the king She's but more precious than gold Said the queen! Thus you must bring There were blowing of horns By huntsmen alongside trumpets Accompanied by crying of hounds But still she was as deaf as a puppet She'll never hear! Said one witch Despite how loud you ring the bell **You must be daft! Insolent ***** Cried the queen! you deserve in hell She has a death spell thus haunted whilst simpering yelled another witch Dummy gorgon! She must be hunted Cried the king! Thus dare not screech Soon she was found laying on grass With not a single bone of her broken Though she was as pale as a glass For her breath had been taken ©Kikodinho Alexandros 29th August 2016 Honestly, I thank a poet friend so dear to me "Stephanie Stoychevska" to have inspired such a colorful piece!
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Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 7:41 AM UTC
PRINCESS OF GOLDEN HAIR (Tales Of Nineva)
Once upon a time Lived a princess of golden hair Fancied by creatures of every clime For she was but so fair One day whilst in a wood There came an angel of death smilingly disguised in a hood Fervently craving her breath Being in a deep slumber She couldn't see this beast For it thus marked a number A death spell upon her wrist **Ding **** castle bells rang** Slumbering she couldn't hear Despite they were loudly bang Soon the realm buzzed with fear With a voice so hard and cold Need her here! Roared the king She's but more precious than gold Said the queen! Thus you must bring There were blowing of horns By huntsmen alongside trumpets Accompanied by crying of hounds But still she was as deaf as a puppet She'll never hear! Said one witch Despite how loud you ring the bell **You must be daft! Insolent ***** Cried the queen! you deserve in hell She has a death spell thus haunted whilst simpering yelled another witch Dummy gorgon! She must be hunted Cried the king! Thus dare not screech Soon she was found laying on grass With not a single bone of her broken Though she was as pale as a glass For her breath had been taken ©Kikodinho Alexandros 29th August 2016 Honestly, I thank a poet friend so dear to me "Stephanie Stoychevska" to have inspired such a colorful piece!
Tale of a princess who went missing and later found dead by the edge of a Moor despite for she still bore a smile upon her physiognomy as though in a sweet dream!!!
KikodinhoAlexandros
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Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 7:41 AM UTC
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