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Journey of a Romeo
Discomfited by torturing loneliness,
Looking at longevity,
Tho’ he inhabited the far scary woods,
He set out to find his princess,
Twiddling with his sacred sack,
With love apples and water,
And of course an old blunt sword,
Incapable of harming a boar in captivity,
Still with his inapt, inchoate and insane ideas…
He set out bold, to find a love…
He travelled days and nights…
But still defying the inclement weathers…
Walking on toe and on thumb…
Shooing away the squirrels and scratching the scum…
Until…until he meets a dove…
A dove with red glowing feathers...
A beautiful dove that spoke human…
A tone of a gentle girl…
But struggling against the hurting shackles…
Enchanted Romeo without a love…
Flabbergasted, stunned,
And astounded to encounter an enigmatic creature…
Little scared, little petrified…
The dove begged for freedom,
Freedom from those hurting shackles…
Tho’ little demented,
And less edified…
Weak and hungry…
But bold and bold…
He couldn’t bear its throes…
Took out his sword,
A blunt old sword…
He struck his sword hard…
Hard onto the shackles,
To break them…
To lend the enigmatic bird its freedom…
To set it free…
But as the shackles broke…
A lightning struck the poor Romeo…
And so he fell unconscious…
But to his surprise, when he roused…
For his good gentle deed…
In front of a legion…
A beautiful princess welcomed him to the Edenic realm,
The realm of profound beauty,
In the same tone as that of the dove…
He hath accomplished in finding his love…
