| Castle dark in dead of night
Turret window burning bright,
Treading softly, Princess waiting
Eagerly anticipating
Charming Prince with Love's first kiss,
Happy Ever After bliss.
Cross the courtyard, cold hard stone,
Ice wind chills him to the bone,
Up the steps now breathing harder
Nothing dampens Prince's ardour,
Climbing swiftly to the tower,
This will be Love's finest hour.
Reach the top, nay, climb no more,
Sheathe thy broadsword, there's the door,
Trapdoor opens - sliding - where?
Down to dark deep dragon's lair,
Quest is over, funeral pyre,
Prince consumed by dragon fire.
Graham King |
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