Happily Ever After (A poem)

I'm thinking maybe I should start a blog for my poetry so I stop interupting my daily blogging with meaningless rhymes. Enjoy!

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Sit down, my children, I’ve a tale to tell

Of a clever young girl and a lad she knew quite well

He was very handsome and she was not

But she was smart and knew quite a lot

This young lass loved this pretty little boy

But, sadly, he saw her as aught but a toy

She did whatever he told

Even if he said it in a voice oh-so cold

She fetched and she carried hither and yon

Even if she stayed up past midnight, and out until dawn

A candy, a toy, a pretty piece of cloth

Because he was a butterfly and she a pale moth

If his trousers ripped it was she that mended

When he thanked her she sometimes pretended

That he had kissed her gently on her cheek

Though her fantasies she would never speak

The two children grew up and the boy was quite fine

But the girl only grew taller and for the lad she would pine

And though the boy was pretty, he grew mean and cruel

But the girl was kind, gentle and did quite well in school

And still the lad used her but this time his errands had grown

And for him she’d steal if it was a candy or a glittering stone

One day the young boy walked through his boring old town

And a woman rode through in a beautiful dress and a glittering crown

She saw him and cried out in joy, for it was her son you see

And swept him back to her castle… both filled with glee

The girl saw what had happened and told his father and mother

And then she went after them alone and with no other

She lived in the palace with her mean, handsome prince

And when he wanted something done she’d not even wince

The young prince demanded more from the clever young lass

And she did whatever he said with not a word of sass

One night he called her to his chamber and there a body did lie

On the bed wrapped in bloody sheets and not a breath it did sigh

He told her to take the body and hide it where no one would find

And she did what he said and looked from his flaws as though she were blind

She buried that body deep in the forest where she had crept

And once the deed was done she knelt and she wept

When she returned to the castle to tell her prince what had passed

She found him loving a woman and new she had done her last

The young girl turned and walked from her prince and his lies

Her heart lie bruised and broken and tears burned in her eyes

But she walked back to her village and hid in the wood

And in the dark of the night she almost did what she could

A dagger shining beneath the sliver of moon

That she would plunge into her heart very, very soon

But then a man stepped forward from the surrounding shade

And stayed her shaking hand and took the gleaming blade

“Nay, my child,” he whispered against her hair

And she wept against him as if her heart would tear

As her tears fell he held her in his arms

And when she stopped crying he loosened his charms

“You wish for beauty and revenge?” he coaxed the lass

She nodded and he lifted up a silver glass

In that mirror her face did change

Became oh-so-beautiful and oh-so strange

“This is you now, my most precious jewel,

And it shall turn your love into a muttering fool.”

She looked up at the man who had given her a dream

And in the moonlight saw his crimson eyes gleam

The lass asked, “What payment do I owe this gift?”

“Return to me,” he said and to her lips his mouth did drift

The kiss he gave her was sweet and it was cold

With his teeth in her lip and his tongue being bold

A demon had given her a most precious chance

And she returned to the palace and her love saw her at a glance

He was shocked that something so beautiful had come to him

But she denied him but the coldest sneers and resentment did brim

He tried to charm with his blue eyes and golden curls

And gave the lass all of his mind, ignoring the other girls

But she dismissed and she laughed at his attempt

And thinking that she had loved him earned him naught but contempt

The young lass no longer saw his beauty or his wonderful charm

She saw a creature that could have and had grown up on a farm

Soon he was obsessed and his thoughts were bent

And the girl was paid for every hour for him she had spent

His other lovers were cast aside as he simply gazed at her face

And she kept him wanting with a coy and clever chase

One night while they were strolling the castle ground

He went down on one knee and offered a ring and a crown

Before she could accept or deny the demon came from the gloom

And fell upon the prince, his teeth offering doom

The lass watched without pity and her eyes gleamed in bliss

Because the demon had killed her innocence with a single, bloody kiss

Now she enjoyed watching the blood spill from a gaping wound

When the prince was dead the demon stepped to her and to her crooned,

“My lady, my queen, my love and my life,

Do me the honor or becoming my dark wife.”

She accepted and wore the demons cold ring

And to the world darkness, death and pain they did bring

So remember this, my children, and avoid any woe

If you break a woman’s heart you reap what you sow

They left the prince dead and they left in their laughter

And you can bet that they lived happily ever after

Blooood

I’ve been having an obsession with blood lately.

Not my own and not other peoples… just inside my head. I hope I’m not scaring anyone. It’s kind of like every time I sit down to start a new story my mind suddenly flies to blood.

When I talk to myself in my head it’s kind of like this:

Me: Alrighty! Sitting down at the computer, flex of the fingers to get out the kinks and stiffness… Ah! A blank page! I’ll start a new story even though I have tons that I’m not even close to finishing yet! HAHA! Alrighty… How to start… Hmmm?

Other side of the brain: BLOOD! Blood welled up from her lips! Blood slid down his back! Blood washed down their face! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD!

Me: … Okay… maybe I’ll go see what’s on TV instead.

And it kind of puts me off writing about anything but vampires. Vampire’s are incredibly cliché! Though I do have a maybe-story brewing in the melting pot I call I brain… It would hopefully be different than your generic, run of the mill vamp story but I hardly dare to presume it would be ground breaking… that would be arrogant.

Anyway.

I suppose this is a short post but it is a post and is there for valid… even if it is barely a blurb. Ah well, maybe next time I post I’ll actually have something to say and I’ll take up pages and pages of mindless ranting or even well thought out, meaningful, deep ideas and thoughts that break through barriers!

More likely than not the next time I post it’ll be another blurb. Ah well!

Ciao