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A slapdash gamble

Date Written: September 30, 2017
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Safe the word beautiful in the locker

For it doesn’t still match her worth,

Her form, unique to be addressed only by the gods

And angels at times hovering ‘pon the land,

 

Like a wistful wish for the tooth fairy

Man can only sleep and dream all day,

Gathering flowers till the next age

Broken dreams sailing upon the sea,

 

Then she comes earlier than the Spring

Dressed in scarlet and rose,

Flamboyant glow like the rainbow

But she weeps, she can’t be seen,

 

She’s grieved and all her maids,

The prince will be her man

At the expense of an hour,

Her heart is trapped in a cage,

 

Neath the dungeon walls of the castle

A song never heard before hisses to the dancefloor

Opulent ladies and gentlemen all pause within the hall,

Glued to every word of melody by a slave,

 

"I’m in love with the princess,

But am just another nameless slave,

Love is a valuable stake to trade

When war and expansionist-politicians lord o’er the earth.”

 

Like disdained spell from some antediluvian myth,

The hall listens to every word of my song from the pit of hell

Which alone can cast asunder the shackles from the heart of the princess,

Indeed, she’ll be with the prince, but her heart belongs to him.

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