A Cliche Of A Sonnet: The Princess And The Pauper
As children, we would say our forevers
Beneath the sun; cradled by its warmness.
Each child is as another to a child;
Rank or station does not thwart endeavours
Such as love. And we loved within this formless
Society of youth; vibrant and wild.
Impaled on fame by virtue of her beauty
She came to the world as a perfect whole.
She forced herself to stand and do her duty,
And tore herself to pieces, falling down
Tuesday, October 14, 2008