Power Princess


Power Princess

There was a beautiful princess in a tower
Who was absolutely obsessed with power
She sent out a beckoning call
For the strong one and all
Hearing her sweet voice the strong did flock
Warriors of iron, and men like hardened rock
A grin grew on her face seeing her army of power
Stowed away in her very high darkening tower
She thought for sure there was her husband below
Soon she came up with a simple plan for him to show
Her words enchanted the simple hearts and minds of the men
She demanded them to fight till one was left so they begin
Clashing, smashing, thrashing, slashing, crashing,
Blood flowed into the earth staining the grass
Till there was only one left for the pleased lass
The man looks around at what his brutal hands had done
A she came running down the tower as the prize he had one
The man begins to laugh through the insanity of the blood
The princess shoes soak in the red as she walks to her stud
Gripping tightly on his sword he looks over at her with fiery eyes
His eyes alone showed his honor was broken and that he had no ties
The princess stopped in a bloody puddle as she realized
That this was never what her heart had ever fantasized
The man takes a step toward her as she trembles in fear
His sword came swiftly and bluntly hitting the side of her head
Knocking her down as he began to ravage her till she was dead

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About shoelessboywonder

Poet and cook, I'm just starting out in the web world trying to grow a fan base for my poetry, it seems like its off to a good start and the site is also made for me to improve upon my writing skills so please rate and comment on the poems you like best, feedback is the greatest way to success thanks for checking me out and my site. View all posts by shoelessboywonder

2 responses to “Power Princess

  • J.W.A.

    Jaded Sabre: I love your evil nursery rhymes. They are revealing because they contribute reality to an idealized world that has been exalted through the generations, particularly the power princess, which demonstrates the harshness of the truth of fantasies realized.

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