Gena Abney Poet Imagism

Awaiting My Prince

I sit alone in a dark room
Locked away in a tower
My prince is coming I assume 
Many solider's cower

Leaving me here out of fear from a dragon
My prince is lagan
A tear streams down my cheek
Where is my prince I seek

As I sob in the dark
I see fire spark
I was startled to my feet
I felt the fires heat

I closed my eyes in fear
I wish my Prince was here
I past out on the floor from the smoke
My heart was broke

I felt my hair being stroken
Suddenly I awoken
It was him
He looked so grim

I couldn't understand why
I looked up at the sky
I placed a hand on his head
Then I said,

 " Do not cry I'm alright."
" You saved me, you are my Knight!"
When I noticed he did not lift his head
I realized I was already dead

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