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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Stallion Prince (Parts I and II)
[time] => 2013-07-11 22:53:26
[hometext] => This is the first part, and there's no end it sight. Please give me your thoughts!
[bodytext] => The tale begins as old as time, As often frail beginnings climb; As every jangle makes the chime The smallest missteps make the crime Though still the sunset gleams— And timeless though the siren’s tune As waves forever drawn to moon, The hardest part is past, and soon, Like moth or Monarch, from cocoon Wrest free from childhood dreams. Act I: Beginnings Among the fields the tale begins, Before the dreams became the sins From here, the strand of ruin spins, With every turn forgiveness thins, And fails to form, anew; For though the spire of hope, uplifts And every step bestows the gift, When now the stones begin to shift A foot waylaid in fortune’s rift And everything falls through. Through silver clouds in morning bloom The golden flames reveal the plumes Of light, adorned in dawn, or doom As burnished strands on nature's loom Set emerald fields ablaze; And drowsing earth resplendent, stirs; The forest and the forest firs To life, from gentle slumber spurs As rising mist of morning blurs The tower in the haze. By verdant knoll and sapphire sky Forgotten path now sprouting high Forget-me-nots and Pheasant’s-eye A field aglow in summer’s sigh As nature breathes its fill; Where emerald hills forever rolled To meet the skies a thousand fold And youth itself is growing old A tower sits, and in its hold A princess, fairer still. Her tresses steal the rays of sun, Her eyes like sky and sea as one, Her voice enchanting, silver-spun, She walks the halls, but yearns to run, Escaping all she knows Her tale, she dreams, has yet begun, (Though what begins shan't be undone) Her heart, she fears, cannot be won, And so she sings her song, for one To end her long repose. And princess, never knowing sleep, To never leave the tower’s keep; She spies the reapers as they reap, Though none have chanced to hear her weep Her sighs bring end to rain. The travelers down in lands below Through whispered rumors, come and go For when the reaping reapers sow They all believe, and never know The secret of her pain. So there she waits by night and day For who or what, she cannot say The tower holds the only way She knows to live, to breathe, to pray Each hour like that before; Atop the spiral stair she rests A life to live without behest And though her days to some seem blessed The princess finds herself depressed And so she dreams of more. Act II: The Stallion Emblazoned heart in place of rein, The stars of night dance in his mane And sterling eyes through heart's refrain See naught to lose, and all to gain For now, the daring dafter, And thus he rides from dusk to dawn Though thrice enamoured, never fond Toward high princess there beyond Eternal sunset, once upon A never ever after. The stallion’s stride, both long and proud, In truth conceal a graver shroud As silver lining marks the cloud, Cursed as much as thus endowed, It gallops toward the hints Of lancing sun, as bound to ride, The tale of tales, of all who tried, For destiny, for fame and bride, Its ever-after thus implied, It dreams itself a Prince. For prince-turned-stallion's only cure— To win the heart of maiden pure, Through hooves and bridle just as sure As much as prince, as stallion lured The loveless princess sought; For heart too easily (opened, wide) Is heart too easily tossed aside But prince too proud, his heart to hide For love blinds fools as much as pride (And stallion prince is caught.) She spies the steed beneath her walls, So proud he stands, where sunset falls; So many times, as she recalls, So high within the tower's halls She would-be suitors sees The breeze upon her flowing hair, Her silver voice alights the air With words of hope, or disrepair To spare the dreams for maiden, fair And calling down, says she: "Both strong and brave have met their grave For tower suffers nary knave Who lust for fame, or land, or crave To scale these rising walls, and save The fairest one of all. So turn away, if you below Possessed of purpose, doomed to woe You reap the very seeds you sow The bigger your ambition grows The greater height you'll fall. "And those who still, regardless fight who rise the tower's towering heights Through feats of cunning, wits, or might Are faced, I fear, with darker plight I'll not my meaning, mince: For worse than wounds, or lancing burns The pride of would-be hero turns As empty-handed, he returns. This princess, every suitor spurns For I await my prince." But who is this? Who laughs, and swears By bold, emblazoned heart he wears For neither coin, nor fame, he cares His purpose takes her unawares His song she'd not heard since: He sings of silk and promised lands He sings of soft and gentle hands he sings until she understands Though now before her eyes he stands A stallion, and not prince; A curse for curse, in fair exchange; A notion not completely strange Which prince-turned-stallion might arrange The skies themselves appear to change As sunset scarlet tints, And now the stallion proudly speaks: “Fair princess, if a prince you seek, The curse you bear is surely weak but plant a kiss upon my cheek And I become a prince. "But should your eyes still stallion see And you and I not meant to be, This stallion prince shall set you free To search the lands for love, to flee These ill-begotten halls; For why should princess stay inside? The man you wait for cannot hide— The stallion prince is on your side Wherever he may be, we ride: Your Ever After calls." And though she sees before her eyes A being not of princely guise, Within her walls, does hope arise Nor man, nor beast, to her surprise, Will bring her from her height; Her feet descend the spiral stairs, Each breathless step she takes, he shares. Whence stallion courage wanes, she dares. And now, the heavy curse she bears Becomes as thin as light. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 182 [topic] => 40 [informant] => eternityslyre [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fantasy )
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