Nobility knows no ends Just as moonlight know no bounds Besides the will of shadows Which stretches out beneath And lies in the most familiar heights Drawn out upon the ground
As our feet meet with shadows everyday, so you'll always step on them as you walk the path at night. It's inevitable after all. It's better to be in the night and to understand it, as compared to be afraid of it like a child.
On nobility and the grave, Which bond as fire and flesh, With no intent to mesh, Against their match- they misbehave, And were they each a path to pave, The first road would refresh, The other meant to thresh, Yet man must choose but one to brave,
We ought mind this choice, It may cast us in our roles, And shall weigh upon our souls, But to each is given the same chance, When we hear His voice- Will we stay seated, or will we dance?
First attempt at this specific type of poem. Can't remember what it's called though.
Prince Charming farts! It’s a little known fact. He’s a human after all, No matter how he acts. His poise may be excellent His skin as smooth as gossamer He will retain his calm Even if he views a massacre.
Image, to the prince, is everything He really doesn’t care for truth. He has refined every gesture Every moment since his youth.
Prince Charming belches! But he’s careful with his breath. To be seen as rude or low class He feels is worse than death. You must live up to his standards Not be déclassé or dense If you with to enjoy the company Of the oh so charming prince.
Image, to the prince, is everything He knows just who to please. Even whiffs of pepper will not Make Prince Charming sneeze.
But of course the troubles Of those not in his class, No matter how much they cry, He’ll give them a royal pass. Because his time is valuable Where lesser souls are not. You got to spend time with him. Be glad for what you’ve got.
Prince Charming is a paragon As everyone can plainly see. All must bask in his magnificence And of course, so does he.