The prince wandered for years blind
His fine cloak turned to rags
Thorns beneath the tears in his eyes
And heart. I wonder what he thought
How many times he mourned
Looking for the source of the lovely song
From Rapunzel's tower. But then still
Never ceasing, seeking, he wandered
Blindly looking for her, or for something
Some meaning in a world gone cruel
Something that he kept on daring
To hope for, until the time
Her tears touched his eyes and restored
His sight and all his miracles
Flocked home to rest, what would
He have said to himself then, if he'd had
The chance to speak to his wandering self
Would he say that it was worth it?
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(A/N: I'm considering whether and how to pursue dreams at the moment, a state I'm sure many of us are in. I wonder what we'd say to each other if we could look back 20 years later?)
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The Fairytale Wakes
PoetryOnce upon a time is now. A poetry collection celebrating and subverting fairytales.
