The Princess And The Prisoner Poem by Bryan Taplits
The Princess And The Prisoner
Ah. Those rose colored days of long ago
Where everyone remembered our names,
We both skipped to tunes of unforgettable times-
And soon my fire kindled into a flame.
The 'flame' spread-but was soon cast out
Nonchalantly I continued on the path-
But it was frozen! Duplicitous ice on that trail.
And then it thawed-and I became appalled,
It veered towards a path where,
I guess,
I wasn't chosen.
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