"the prince"
Tears run down my wizened face,
wishing for just once.
I the mighty Darkened Prince,
weeping like a fool.
Once it seems so long ago,
I stood so straight and tall,
A prince is just in waiting,
to the throne of the true King.
I may never reach that high,
At this thought I merely sigh.
I wrote this originally just for Marguerite. this is revised as the original is hers. How is this short one.
Maybe it's time for the Prince to be crowned King: perhaps Sovereignty is what you seek...
Reply:Nice poetic pause at the end, giving the reader time to ponder and what not!
Reply:It's pretty good.
Nice work:)
Reply:Short and to the point. As always, I don't have much to say. I am always speechless when reading your writings.
Reply:awesome master! i like it!
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