Once upon a moon lit night
A dark world, absent of light.
Dying stars in the skies shone,
upon an earth where life was gone.
There, deep inside a forest green
out of sight and never seen.
A normal girl of noble birth
hides, knowing not her worth.
As she hides between the trees
knowing only what she see’s.
A prince of rusted armour comes
searching for the blessed sun.
His sword of mighty steel
a winning token from a dodgy deal,
he holds it up above his head
slamming down where he does tread.
No birds grace the sky and sing
no animals of joyous spring.
The fairy Godmother has upped and gone,
for this world is dying, it wont be long.
And there beneath the waterfall,
she hears a voice that does call
her precious name of love and joy,
she steps back shy and coy.
Sparkling eyes of sea deep blue
a heart beat, so love is true.
His sword up high he brings it down,
slashing at her flowing gown.
She screams she shouts
she knocks him out.
Laying their in bloodied mud
his body made quite the thud.
The princess looks,
the princess see’s
laying their between his knees.
A bulge of meat?
A growing sword?
So as he stirs, as he wakes,
the princess knows not what to make.
This creature from between the trees,
with abnormal growth between his knees,
She ties him up and strips him bare,
takes him home so she can share.
His amour gone his sword alone,
he will not return to take his throne.
As the princess plays in the darkest skies,
the prince calls out,
but no one hears his desperate cries!