Girl Crying in an Inevitable Tower

Never have I seen maiden
Born of kings with beauty fadin'
Still alone as years go by,
And yes, I know the reason why.

Princesses are born to wed,
Make an heir before the dead
Reach out to grip the souls of kings
Who often dream immortal things.

Though she doesn't wish to marry,
A princess born, she may not tarry,
But must find her perfect prince,
Bind to him from that day hence.

Now you know why this girl weeps,
Her prince, alas, gives her the creeps,
But daddy said to make it so.
Oh well...
So it goes.

Drabble published June 23, 2017 21:34

Neville Hunt almost 7 years ago

Oh no! Poor girl! Really well written poem, George.
She must have a controlling dad
To force her hand to the creepy lad
But let her wait till the wedding tide
Then spike his wine with cyanide.
Neville Hunt almost 7 years ago

Oh no! Poor girl! Really well written poem, George.
She must have a controlling dad
To force her hand to the creepy lad
But let her wait till the wedding tide
Then spike his wine with cyanide.
Neville Hunt almost 7 years ago

Sorry George, I double-clicked accidentally.
George Stephens almost 7 years ago

Quite alright. I rather enjoyed reading the comment twice!