How The Prince Of Blood Learned To Love - Poem by Hannah Freeman
Once upon a time, in a far-away place
In a land where hatred and violance were unknown
A beautiful faery walked all on her own
Her cheeks bright red, a smile on her face
Who wouldn’t bow to the beauty of her race?
Through the forest she walked, all alone.
Once upon a time, in a land not far away
In a place of darkness, anarchy and war
Where there shone neither moon nor star
The prince of blood had the thought one day
That death was boring him, he could no longer stay
So he mounted his horse, prepared to ride far.
She walked through the forest and laughed at the sky
Shining brightly at on her long black hair
That flew behind her as she danced here and there
Until, suddenly, a shadow caught her eye
And she stood still, rising her haid high
And saw in the middle of a tree, a stair.
He rode his horse through his marred land
Hoping to find what his heart was desiring
The hoofs beneath his feet kept flying
Over ashes, remnants of life, and sand
Ever hoping to find the meaning of his errand
And to bring back glory to his father, the king.
She slowly walked to the stairs to see
For what strange use they were made.
The bliss surrounding her seemed to fade
As she approached the stair that seemed to be
Wrought of cold iron. Her curiosity
drawed her nearer in the dismal shade.
He rode on as in battle, his eyes cold and grim
A shadow hunting the plain for it’s prey
Clouds as dreadful as pestilence lay
Covering forest and field over him
Till he came to the boundries of the land of sin
To the gate of worlds, a door, tall and grey.
Filled with wonder and awe, she stood
In front of the wonder to which she was brought
The door she had found in the shade. Who thought
That man could forge such beauty out of wood?
Temptation took her so that she could
Do nothing but forget all caution she was taught.
In silence he stood and knew that fate
Had laid the choices to his feet. The cold
That had helped him build his life out of gold
And glory, seemed to vanish, all his hate
had left his heart – had left it to break
And tore away all the wisdom he had ever been told.
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