The Heard Tale Retold-I

You have heard the tale, That is couched in wails, There was a beautiful girl, Who swished her skirts in a swirl, Impressed a prince, Looked deep in his eyes, And went for a spin, They were in love, Like two forlorn doves, They hid their moorings well, Before hell broke pell mell, The king came to know peccadillo of his son, He straight went for his royal gun, Not satisfied at that, He caught the poor girl alone and flat, Looking at the insolence of love, In the girl’s eyes, King froze in anger and decided to vent his might, He ordered for the girl to be buried alive, And she was buried as she shed tears in hapless drive, She flagellated and struggled her tiny frame, But could not help the mighty pain, Those muscled executioners, Pinned her down, As the mason completed his rounds, Epitaphed and buried , The girl was a forgotten play for the prince, Who frolicked along making his way to throne.