The sun arched overhead, warm and humid.
Sparrows danced freely in the summer wind.
Majestic marble'd castle stood vigilante
In midst of floral field of bees and birds.
The mansion housed a small prince
And his equally petit, beau princess.
Like two books shelved side by side;
Like a graphite pencil and an eraser;
Like a silver fork beside a silver spoon;
They were a small couple with big joys.
Living a life by enjoying the little things.
But, one day on a dark overcast night,
The moon muffled and stars covered,
A being shadier than the shadow itself,
Slipped in and stole the princess away
From the majestic marble'd castle.
The petit prince ran and ran for her.
But the shadows retreated too fast,
A mile after, the prince out of breath
And gone was his life's reason to breathe.
The clouds vanished and desolate boy
Was alone, accompanied just by th' moon.
Next morn, he was no longer mourning.
His tears was vanished, but not his will
To recover his best friend and lover.
With a saber in hand, and map in other,
He ventured out into the wilderness,
Leaving the majestic marble'd castle.
Through the bogs and marshes,
Over lava field and under bridges,
Crossing rivers, fjords, and lakes,
The petit prince made it to the dark
World where his beloved was kept.
From tiny gremlins to fat ogres,
From idiot imps to wise witches,
From solid zombies to unreal ghosts,
He defeated everything against him
From achieving his belov'd princess
Finally, the shady princessnapper
Appeared and laughed and laughed,
"You are only a small boy, no talent;
Go back to your home, this instant."
The petit one did not reply however,
Only raised his equally petit blade.
Clang and clang resounded in the hall
Of grimy and rotting skeletons.
Shadow slowly pushed the prince
Into corner with his seven-feet foil.
Petit prince did not panic or despair,
He slipped between the big legs
And slid his tiny dagger-blade in
The Shadow's gap in bone armor,
And with a swan-ripping scream
He vanished. Banished from earth.
The princess recovered. Loving hug.
Back to their home they went.
To the majestic marble'd castle.
And lived happily together as one.
The moral of this poem is,
No matter how big the challenge is,
Regardless of how weak you seem,
Even though the fight is unfair,
And the trials seem way too hard,
Persevere and fight for your love.
Whether it be your romantic love,
Whether it be dreams and goals,
Whether it be becoming the best,
Jump through the fires and battle
The seemingly indestructable foes.
Like the petit prince of this tale,
Nothing would have been gained,
If you did nothing about your love.
Wren
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| Petit Prince by Shirley Bi |
Huge thanks to Shirley for this awesome drawing.
