A Fairy Tale

Okay; this man, who may have been me,
Wasn't a sultan or a handsome young prince,
And that woman, who could have had
Ariel's name, wasn't a princess, enchanted
Or not, but she, like a fairy tale heroine,
Had him. He never would leave her,
Come dragons or floods. He loved
Her, and desperately, to no avail, as she
Languished, a captive, within castle
Walls, and their tale, being Grimm,
Didn't turn out too well. He would
Speak to her each night through
Windows with bars, and she'd weep.
She'd been promised to somebody
Else, a genuine prince. Her parents
Were pleased. She said, “I must be
Leaving” when he came one night,
And he cried, but he stayed, and,
When she came outside, on her way
To her real prince, he ran to her,
Wrapped her in his arms and then
Held her face in his hands, and said,
“You know I love you, and I always
Will,” and she kissed him, just once,
Then she wriggled away. She was
Wed to her prince, and she lived
Very well, though she, sometimes,
Would think of the man she had
Had. All the legends say he
Disappeared, but they differ. Some
Label him mendicant. Others
Say suicide. Some suggest
Martyr, but nobody knows.
He was some man, no sultan,
Who'd fractured his heart, and,
It's said that he might have been me.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-01-12 at 01:40

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