The Prince's Bride
On a bleak mid morning walk
along a wild river flowing into a forewarning dence smoke.
An unwary bride clothed in a white satin gown
walks barefoot over a freshly fallen oak.
Kissed only by her betrothed prince
she follows the river deep into the darkened wood.
Forgetting her first love, darkness veils her eyes
and clouds all she’s ever understood.
Darkness reaching beyond the night
as leaves fall one-by-one into endless shadows.
Bare trees bowing before an icy wind
shadows a fallen bride upon a neglected meadow.
O maiden bride, your eyes were so full of life.
Bright eyes charming his life with every smile.
Now so crestfallen, so unattached,
searching for solace, disgraced into self-exile.
What king could ignore the maiden’s crime?
How could he turn his eyes from the law he'd written?
Justice only stands while wrongs are rectified.
O the debt we pay when the law is broken.
Sunbeams of dust brake through a grated window
casting a laced shadow upon a damp stone wall.
No candle to illumine this dismal place.
Until now no comforting words at all.
Enter a messenger with news of her wronged prince.
Said, that her unfaithfulness he freely forgave.
And because of his love, love that can never be shattered,
he took her pain while his life he freely gave.
A lamp, the messenger gave to the sorrowful bride, to be kept,
ere the prince’s soon return, constantly lit in the window above.
The bride is again secure in the truths she once held.
And knowing, though we rise or we fall, ‘Death cannot stop true love.’
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