The prince pecked my cheek
and led me away to his chambers.
A simple young maiden, meek,
Is what he saw in my eyes of embers.
Royalty always expected the best,
He didn't understand that I said no.
Said I to him, "Give it a rest"
He saw his faults and let me go.
Freedom was not true,
Not in the empire,
Out of the blue,
I was in the fire of desire.
No one says no to the prince.
Save yourself, just nod and wince.
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 8:36 PM UTC
The prince pecked my cheek
and led me away to his chambers.
A simple young maiden, meek,
Is what he saw in my eyes of embers.
Royalty always expected the best,
He didn't understand that I said no.
Said I to him, "Give it a rest"
He saw his faults and let me go.
Freedom was not true,
Not in the empire,
Out of the blue,
I was in the fire of desire.
No one says no to the prince.
Save yourself, just nod and wince.
The rhyme is a bit forced.
This wasn't supposed to be so dark, but all the romance I write ends up very unromantic.
