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[title] => The Banishing Of Corisanda
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[bodytext] => My father considered it a sin, To associate with those of a lower class in society But my father couldn’t stop me from Continuously committing this sin of his On my behalf, I would not follow it I lived under the heavy, iron fist of my father or the king My mother being so weak and scared of him, She did nothing to help me Even though my father knew, he had the decency of Letting me stay in the castle, at least for the time being The man who I loved, him name was Sterling No person alive was ever like him He lived alone, in the filthiest part of the kingdom But no matter what happened, he made the best of it Having lost his parents at a young age Sterling learned to live after tragedy I don’t know how, but destiny had tempted me, With its seductive aura and fate was playing along In the Raven Hall is where I first saw him It wasn’t really love at first site, More of, love at first hit Sterling was telling a story made of gypsies Using all the proper hand gestures And flailing around a mug of ale I was dressed down of course, so no one would recognize me But Sterling knew, I know he did As I walked by him, he hit me with his mug As I awoke, I saw worried faces around me My head was pounding with an awful pain Someone then reached their hand and pulled me up Oh dear, I’m terrible sorry, your highness!! Gasps were heard, dotting the crowd He said your highness on purpose It was an elaborate excuse to get me outside From the praise and begging of those inside He took me far enough away, to the Garden Of Airrahe This was where he worked, watering and diligently planting So he had the special key you needed to enter the garden The keys were only given to workers and the noble families Sterling had my hand for quite a while, Till he stopped at the bushes of roses I know the princess adores roses he mused And he picked one, risking cuts from thorns, He handed it to me, like a person presents a ring From the time he gave me that glistening rose My heart had fluttered like the wings of a butterfly The moment, was absolute bliss, My father had swiftly came to mind, And that bliss was momentarily crushed I had to overcome him for the matter of my heart That very next morning, the king had learned about My little escapade in the less-fortunate part of the kingdom His fist slammed on the breakfast table And his face flared as red as a ripe apple He awoke the greatest fear in me and now The king was tired of this, he had enough A disgrace to the Royal Norwood family I was, and banished forever My bag was filled to the brim with clothing, He kept all the rest of my possessions I took one final look at Norwood Castle This had been my home ever since the day of my birth Now I was forced to leave, banished by my father Salty tears began to rim my eyes, And I walked away from my old home [comments] => 2 [counter] => 165 [topic] => 40 [informant] => Crimson_Rose [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fantasy )
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