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A rather long, free verse poem. Based on the idea of Prince Charming, slightly twisted. Het, slash, and femmeslash warnings (just mentions of relationships, hints to sex)
i
He was born a prince, with the heritage
Drummed into his head.
Prince charming of the modern era
Was what his future title would be
(even if he didn’t want
such a title, or the burden that
came with along with such a thing.)
But it was his, and the lessons that every
Prince charming needed to know
Drilled into him, day after day
( ii )
He was born a prince, with the heritage
Drummed into his head.
Prince charming of the modern era
Was what his future title would be
(even if he didn’t want
such a title, or the burden that
came with along with such a thing.)
But it was his, and the lessons that every
Prince charming needed to know
Drilled into him, day after day
( ii )
Come with me, my fiery beauty,” he said, low and soft.
The wind whistled through the trees
Thunder rumbled in the bubbling sky
Yet his words were heard.
Smooth as satin,
Cold as ice
His voice presented a tempting offer-
Rule the darkened halls and shadowed corridors
Of the House of Hades
Or stay above ground
And make the journey to Hades
Not as Lady of the Dead
But as one of the dead.
He looked at her, standing halfway between
Him and his rival for her hand
His eyes, the color of ice,
Burned with fire
“Come with me,” he repeated. “You’d suit the title.”
Queen of the Underworld,
Lady of the Dead.
Those would be hers, if she but said the words.
She glanced at the devil
His golden hair rippled in the fierce wind.
Then she looked to his rival.
There was nothing extraordinary about him-
He was a hard-working man,
Handsome, yes, but not sinfully so.
“I need someone like you to brighten my darkened halls,” the devil told her
Tempting her even more.
Then his rival spoke.
“I need someone like you to brighten my life.”
Simply stated, but his voice held the truth of it-
His heart was in her hands.
Once again, she glanced between the two.
One offered her immortality, passion, desire.
But nothing else.
The other offered love- the everlasting kind.
Stronger than passion, deeper than desire,
His love offered the world.
Her warm brown eyes searched the faces of her lovers.
The wind blew around them, tossing her fiery red hair about her.
Her mind made up, she spoke.
“I chose love,
Something you can’t offer me.
Return to your shadows,
Find another to liven up your darkened halls.
For you will not have me.
Love as already claimed me.”
An explosion of light signaled the departure of the golden creature sent to tempt her
Lying in bed, she blinked,
Surprised at the sunlight
Streaming through the windows
A hand skimmed her shoulders
And she rolled over to stare into deep green eyes.
“Anything wrong, my love?” he asked.
She smiled. “Just a bad dream.”
Except it wasn’t a bad dream
For she had chosen right-
She had chosen for love.
Poem (06/15/04, finished)
Dec. 10th, 2004 10:38 amOf spun snow and crystal ice drops,
Creeps the night; the chill of the wind
Soaking to the skin the deathly pale,
Shivers running down spine curved with
Burdens heavier than the falling night.
Slowly, so slowly, with brittle fingers
Of glass shards and translucent diamonds,
Reaches out the night; spreading over frozen land,
Encasing in an embrace so tight,
Breath comes hardly at all; throats clog,
Filled with tears of memories long left dead.
Slowly, so slowly, with silent words
Of black stone and liquid death,
Fans out the night; setting free such pain
Whispering in words never known,
Blood flows free; unleashed from a world
Unknowing of a saving grace.
