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!
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 7:41 AM UTC
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!!!
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