The Prince's Values

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"Welcome to the new world,"
Said the Prince to the slave girl-
"This time, is my time,
Which is now your time-
And so our time is my time,
And time is a lie.”

The girl looked confused
But knew she was to be used,
She was born the poorer,
The prince the richer,
But what did he do,
That was any different
Then you?
“Its all about luck,”
Said the girl to the buck,
Washing, carefully washing,
The different animals
In the princes inhabitable lawn.

“The cards are dealt
And you deal with what you get,
And so I slave away,
Washing away the dirt grims
From this possessed criminal-
A buck that once killed a man,
But he was but a peasant,
And so no one thought the wiser-”

The prince had a princess,
One that adored him,
But he was to caught up in,
The slave that worked for him-
It was against the rules, and
All those petty fools
Would laugh him out of crown
If they ever found his heart
To be laying in the dirt
With this measly peasant girl-
So he had no choice
But to keep his voice
A silent type of admiration
With her hopes in determination
Neither new the other felt-
To see the other, their hearts would melt-

But one day they came together,
There hands touched gently
One then the other,
And in the light, it looked so right-
It was a secret to be kept,
And never swept away-
Until that fateful day,
When slave girl came a cold,
But he could not soothe or hold-
With out worry of his crown.

What is one to do?
Choose the life or the love?
What would one do…
A dieing girl, or richfilled world-
To choose your heart,
Or to choose your mind-
Which do you think
Is more divine?

But in the end, the girl found friends
Within the good prince’s doctors
And although it shocked her-
They found her a cure,
That was sure to lure-
The prince back into her hands.

With her health restored,
They made the plot-
Without a word, the words were shot-
And when the royal gaurds came
To take them all away
I saw the prince sit from atop his throne
And gently whisper to his maid
“Today, is the saddest day,
That has ever been made by man or god.”
To see a grown man sob,
Is the saddest thing, i’ve ever seen,
But to this day, its true to say,
He has never loved another
In the same simple way.