Friday, June 14, 2019

The Prince


In a large green forest
Where the wind and air sigh
Lives a lonely young prince
Who often was shy

The Prince with his shyness
Hated being called your Highness
For with words such as those
Just felt empty and dry

When the time came for the young prince
To choose his own bride
He gave in to doubt
For he feared she would die

So he ran away helpless
though no one knew why

The kingdom with his absence
That was green and sublime
Grew dimmer each day
Till the darkness was nigh

It soon became empty
Until there was nothing in sight



(c) 2019 Tanner Stevenson

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