princess
Maiden In Waiting
"She had been waiting,
for her knight.
Her proper gentleman,
the one who at night
would hold her tight,
the only way
that seemed right
to sleep.
So deep,
was her love
for someone she hadn't met yet,
it kept her away
from the others.
No prince
could ever save this
damsel in distress.
She was busy, anyway.
But on one
humid, busy day,
one said hello.
And in a blur of a year,
she realized
she had said 'yes',
with stone like Ocean
adorned on left hand.
She was happy.
She was going to unite
with one whom
she had searched
her entire life for.
One who loves her
for who she is,
and every thing
that implies.
He is no knight,
no master-commander,
just a man
who has a way with words;
or so he likes to think.
All she wants,
is to ink into passing
the change of last name.
A light love story,
that began two year ago,
one busy day.
After The Golden Age
Chaos should not cease
To dominate the world.
O yes, Nyarlathotep;
Will rule!
No wish for harmony,
Of its Golden Age;
It was before the Fall.
Reveling in constant disorder,
But Yog-Sothoth prefers reason;
Giving His first allegiance
To the Daemon Sultan: Azathoth
Remembering old times of this God.
Cthulhu does side with Him,
But Yig supports Yog-Sothoth;
As Father Serpent of the Cosmos,
Who invented this very world...
Yog-Sothoth has sympathy,
As Dagon; the Deep One Lord
And not even he can say
What will happen when there remains
A Princess restored on Her throne,
A Princess on Ebony Bone.
The Girl And Her Wyrm
"The Castle was gigantic.
Expansive, was it's wide thrust,
filled with cracks, crevices and uneven bricks
pock-marked with mortar turning to dust.
Inside the deep recess
was a dormant terror,
up in it's highest tower,
a princess lived, none fairer.
But both were locked up,
the furnace inside the gargantuan beast
kept the Castle warm,
the ovens hot, promoting many a feast.
But lest the monster
breaks its shackles!
As once had happened before,
the quest none could tackle.
Knight after knight
fell to the flame,
the winged lizard licking tongues
of fire all about, untamed.
Many an arrow was shot
from hunters brave,
but no purchase for any arrow
was, by the monster hide, gave.
Spear was no better,
having been thrown hard and true,
but not a single mighty heft
would force a metal tip through.
Then one day,
the princess who lived above,
just asked, 'give me a chance!',
but her father would allow no tug.
So that night,
while the great serpent ravaged the land,
she scaled down her tall tower
with the most daring plan.
She crept along the meadow,
in the cold of the moonlit night,
and up the the snoozing beast
she stomped her boot with all her might.
The beast sprung up,
startled awake by such a petite thing,
but before he bellowed flame,
she started to sing.
Sweetly, softly,
she sang out her heart,
and through spirit, ripped hers out,
and handed it over, so that they'd never be apart.
Since then,
the two remain locked up with no regret.
The land has since healed.
But many don't forget.
Of the Girl and her Wyrm,
the star-crossed lovers never meant to be.
And how through love and song
she saved all the eye could ever see."
The Melancholy of a Bodyguard
1
When she walks into a room, all is silent.
Poised with aplomb, no one is ever violent.
Classy is her adept style, she’s set to rule.
Be I her earth, always her eternal tool.
Her aspects of a princess, looks smooth like water.
Her words are true, known to have stopped a slaughter.
Clothed in pleasing robes of silk, she has it all.
Eternal bliss, an angel sent from heaven’s hall.
Her red lips arouse firm lust, my mouth turns dry.
Her wise bright eyes, shining like a fair blue sky.
Like a time lord’s solitude, her mind wanders.
Embracing fate, her clipped wings...she needless ponders.
Gentle are her chosen words, finer than mine.
Drunk when she laughs, her grin tastes like a cool wine.
She’s the saviour of many, none oppose her.
Contrast us both, I am but a lowly cur.
Be still my heart, if only for a second.
So I can ponder my fate, my soul I reckon.
Damned I shall be, for the feelings I hold dear.
LEAVE FLEE DEPART! For now you must disappear...
Feelings of love, sorrow, joy, they have no place.
The devil toys, with feelings that cannot erase.
If God were to rub me clean, I’d be left scarred.
To be her guard...
Is my love truly this barred?
Forever am I bound, by law, by curse?
Bulk my bias, would just make her vigour worse.
She is breath to all who gaze, I am her foil.
Nevertheless, I love and therefore must toil.
Thus, this princess I do love, my heart doth beat!
Stout misery, her scent is pang bittersweet.
When I look into those eyes, it pains me so.
She is my life, and that is all I know.
She is perfect, sadly, that is my woe...
a princess
......
a real life
princess
doesn't usually
have need
for castles or
knights of
shining
armor. she
carries a line
of bullshit
that'll make
your head spin
and sell your
own shoes
to you without
you knowing
it so she
can give the
money to the
poor.
because
"she bad".
5:07 AM 7/9/2013
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inspired by desigre
the fairest of them all
the fairest of them all
a thousand tiny deaths, breaths,
moments from the sky,
melting into the atmosphere untouched,
you do not linger,
i, an evil queen with my ebony-black hate,
i am watching you, the dewy-eyed disney princess,
ephemeral, pure,
but with a pig heart,
your falling grace and your fragile innocence,
you cannot last the season