I once was a prince, Born
To a Queen. I Once had a
Future, bright as the morning
Sun. Until the day I went riding
Outside my kingdom walls.
Curiosity always seemed to call.
I had read tales where princes
Saved victimized women from
Becoming an evil entities slave.
I had dreamt about
What they would write about me
I wanted to leave a renowned legacy.
My chance came as I approached an abandoned tower.
At last, I thought, a damsel in distress
She gazed out a window… twenty feet high
Her whimpers echoed through
The air like infinite baby cries.
I yelled, “My love,
Your Prince will be right there.”
I grabbed my sword and treaded forward into a snare.
The tower was covered in thick
Coiled vines. I sliced through each
Piece that tried to stop me. As I got
Closer I could see her golden mane
Swaying in the wind. Is she my Rapunzel?
I contemplated with a grin.
When I finally reached the window
I quickly jumped in. My darling had run into
The corner of her cell. “I’m here sweet
Angel, please don’t be scared.” But she
I began to walk towards her
Gently of course
But I was greeted with an alarming force.
A loud bang squealed sealing the Window
shut. The room grew cold
And a gust of Air whirled through the open space.
Now in pure darkness
Laughter could be heard. “What is going on?”
I bellowed out in fear.
A candle appeared on a table
In the Center of the room. The
Girl finally turned around. Her golden locks
Began to disintegrate into ashes
Piled on the cement floor
She continued to snicker as my mouth
Sunk to the ground.
“Thank you my prince, I am finally free
It only took a century for someone to
Come and rescue me.” My hands started
To shake as she walked over my way.
“It was your grandfather who captured me and
Locked me inside here that dreadful day”
I managed to mutter words of remorse
“I am sorry he did that
To you so long ago!” but she did not seem to be
Moved as I watched her anger grow.
“I suppose the village witch
Frighten your dear grandpa.”
“I suppose, I suppose.” She continued
She walked up to my face
And grabbed both my cheeks
Digging her nails deep in to my flesh
Until I felt streams of blood drip onto my lips.
Her eyes were Colorless,
Endless black caves.
Her pasty cheeks pressed against mine
While she hissed into my ear,
“Now it’s your turn to be stuck in this room
Until you die here, how’s that
For a love story Romeo?”
and she disappeared.
BY: Sabina Nicole