The fires of salvation
The fires of salvation
The princess turned into a hideous monster
Roamed alone in the forest of melancholy
She cared no more for what she would become,
Hated the sight of crystal clear skies
For these reminded her of her previous state
Before she had been cursed by her own
Unpredictable sorceress!
As it is, she bit her lips and allowed herself
Not to cry each time her memories took her
To the valiant knight who used to make her heart beat fast
But then, each time the moon showed itself in the gloaming
Making the forest seem so otherworldly
She could not help but wrench in pain
Pray, it would seem that frosted on her fate
Was the very essence of pathos
There was no way from which she could escape
This current state!
She refused to accept that forevermore
She would have to remain a hideous beast
Half dragon, half serpent with the head of a medusa
Why, her pain and her rage were too much tonight
The moon, being so round and full
Seemed to ignite in her, the fires of salvation
She must be returned to her previous state,
A princess, so beauteous, loved and envied by all
Or she must die!
Adamant, she chose to leave the forest of melancholy
And flew over to where her knight's castle was and
Tried to bring doom to it and to his subjects
By spitting out fire mightier than the hotness spewed out of a volcano
Yet, as she felt the powerful arrows of her knight's authority
Piercing her heart
She grumbled in submissive allegiance
Pray, who knows into what essence shall she now be transformed
At least, she was graced to die as per his will!
For contest Eight Word Challenge
Written on 9 August 2017
Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon | Year Posted 2017
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