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The King nor the Queen wanted the crown. Too heavy to bear, it dragged them both down. The King wanted to drink and party with his men. The Queen couldn't manage and wanted a friend. The oldest princess wanted love and money. To sell the crown and find a honey. The youngest princess was eratic and cold. She hated the kingdom but loved the control. They bickered and squabbled so no one did see. The middle princess picked it up so gingerly. She placed it on Her Royal, fair head. She managed to stand with courage and said... 'I will wear the crown that you've all cast. To protect our kingdom and serve as asked.' They all stopped talking and quick as a gun, turned their back on her and continued their fun. The King kept on drinking. The Queen hid away. The oldest spent her inheritance. The youngest plotted and played. All the while she fought there. Defending the walls. Fighting for their safety, Pledging allegiance to them all. The youngest became jealous Of this brave new Queen. She unleashed her rage And beat her senselessly. No one did anything. The Queen looked away. Nothing in it for the eldest. The King stood & swayed. Yet here she was alone, Crying in the crown. Unprotected and alone. Slowly sinking down. The eldest took her energy. The Queen gave no hope. The King let her down. The youngest gave her a rope. So she hung herself and died, As they continued on. Her absence went unnoticed As their kingdom lived on.
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Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 4:09 PM UTC
Kingdoms
The King nor the Queen wanted the crown. Too heavy to bear, it dragged them both down. The King wanted to drink and party with his men. The Queen couldn't manage and wanted a friend. The oldest princess wanted love and money. To sell the crown and find a honey. The youngest princess was eratic and cold. She hated the kingdom but loved the control. They bickered and squabbled so no one did see. The middle princess picked it up so gingerly. She placed it on Her Royal, fair head. She managed to stand with courage and said... 'I will wear the crown that you've all cast. To protect our kingdom and serve as asked.' They all stopped talking and quick as a gun, turned their back on her and continued their fun. The King kept on drinking. The Queen hid away. The oldest spent her inheritance. The youngest plotted and played. All the while she fought there. Defending the walls. Fighting for their safety, Pledging allegiance to them all. The youngest became jealous Of this brave new Queen. She unleashed her rage And beat her senselessly. No one did anything. The Queen looked away. Nothing in it for the eldest. The King stood & swayed. Yet here she was alone, Crying in the crown. Unprotected and alone. Slowly sinking down. The eldest took her energy. The Queen gave no hope. The King let her down. The youngest gave her a rope. So she hung herself and died, As they continued on. Her absence went unnoticed As their kingdom lived on.
amy-i-hughes
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Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 4:09 PM UTC
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