The Stallion Prince (Parts I and II)
Contributed by
eternityslyre
on
Thursday, 11th July 2013 @ 10:53:26 PM in AEST
Topic:
fantasy
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The tale begins as old as time,
As often frail beginnings climb;
As every jangle makes the chime
The smallest missteps make the crime
Though still the sunset gleams—
And timeless though the siren’s tune
As waves forever drawn to moon,
The hardest part is past, and soon,
Like moth or Monarch, from cocoon
Wrest free from childhood dreams.
Act I: Beginnings
Among the fields the tale begins,
Before the dreams became the sins
From here, the strand of ruin spins,
With every turn forgiveness thins,
And fails to form, anew;
For though the spire of hope, uplifts
And every step bestows the gift,
When now the stones begin to shift
A foot waylaid in fortune’s rift
And everything falls through.
Through silver clouds in morning bloom
The golden flames reveal the plumes
Of light, adorned in dawn, or doom
As burnished strands on nature's loom
Set emerald fields ablaze;
And drowsing earth resplendent, stirs;
The forest and the forest firs
To life, from gentle slumber spurs
As rising mist of morning blurs
The tower in the haze.
By verdant knoll and sapphire sky
Forgotten path now sprouting high
Forget-me-nots and Pheasant’s-eye
A field aglow in summer’s sigh
As nature breathes its fill;
Where emerald hills forever rolled
To meet the skies a thousand fold
And youth itself is growing old
A tower sits, and in its hold
A princess, fairer still.
Her tresses steal the rays of sun,
Her eyes like sky and sea as one,
Her voice enchanting, silver-spun,
She walks the halls, but yearns to run,
Escaping all she knows
Her tale, she dreams, has yet begun,
(Though what begins shan't be undone)
Her heart, she fears, cannot be won,
And so she sings her song, for one
To end her long repose.
And princess, never knowing sleep,
To never leave the tower’s keep;
She spies the reapers as they reap,
Though none have chanced to hear her weep
Her sighs bring end to rain.
The travelers down in lands below
Through whispered rumors, come and go
For when the reaping reapers sow
They all believe, and never know
The secret of her pain.
So there she waits by night and day
For who or what, she cannot say
The tower holds the only way
She knows to live, to breathe, to pray
Each hour like that before;
Atop the spiral stair she rests
A life to live without behest
And though her days to some seem blessed
The princess finds herself depressed
And so she dreams of more.
Act II: The Stallion
Emblazoned heart in place of rein,
The stars of night dance in his mane
And sterling eyes through heart's refrain
See naught to lose, and all to gain
For now, the daring dafter,
And thus he rides from dusk to dawn
Though thrice enamoured, never fond
Toward high princess there beyond
Eternal sunset, once upon
A never ever after.
The stallion’s stride, both long and proud,
In truth conceal a graver shroud
As silver lining marks the cloud,
Cursed as much as thus endowed,
It gallops toward the hints
Of lancing sun, as bound to ride,
The tale of tales, of all who tried,
For destiny, for fame and bride,
Its ever-after thus implied,
It dreams itself a Prince.
For prince-turned-stallion's only cure—
To win the heart of maiden pure,
Through hooves and bridle just as sure
As much as prince, as stallion lured
The loveless princess sought;
For heart too easily (opened, wide)
Is heart too easily tossed aside
But prince too proud, his heart to hide
For love blinds fools as much as pride
(And stallion prince is caught.)
She spies the steed beneath her walls,
So proud he stands, where sunset falls;
So many times, as she recalls,
So high within the tower's halls
She would-be suitors sees
The breeze upon her flowing hair,
Her silver voice alights the air
With words of hope, or disrepair
To spare the dreams for maiden, fair
And calling down, says she:
"Both strong and brave have met their grave
For tower suffers nary knave
Who lust for fame, or land, or crave
To scale these rising walls, and save
The fairest one of all.
So turn away, if you below
Possessed of purpose, doomed to woe
You reap the very seeds you sow
The bigger your ambition grows
The greater height you'll fall.
"And those who still, regardless fight
who rise the tower's towering heights
Through feats of cunning, wits, or might
Are faced, I fear, with darker plight
I'll not my meaning, mince:
For worse than wounds, or lancing burns
The pride of would-be hero turns
As empty-handed, he returns.
This princess, every suitor spurns
For I await my prince."
But who is this? Who laughs, and swears
By bold, emblazoned heart he wears
For neither coin, nor fame, he cares
His purpose takes her unawares
His song she'd not heard since:
He sings of silk and promised lands
He sings of soft and gentle hands
he sings until she understands
Though now before her eyes he stands
A stallion, and not prince;
A curse for curse, in fair exchange;
A notion not completely strange
Which prince-turned-stallion might arrange
The skies themselves appear to change
As sunset scarlet tints,
And now the stallion proudly speaks:
“Fair princess, if a prince you seek,
The curse you bear is surely weak
but plant a kiss upon my cheek
And I become a prince.
"But should your eyes still stallion see
And you and I not meant to be,
This stallion prince shall set you free
To search the lands for love, to flee
These ill-begotten halls;
For why should princess stay inside?
The man you wait for cannot hide—
The stallion prince is on your side
Wherever he may be, we ride:
Your Ever After calls."
And though she sees before her eyes
A being not of princely guise,
Within her walls, does hope arise
Nor man, nor beast, to her surprise,
Will bring her from her height;
Her feet descend the spiral stairs,
Each breathless step she takes, he shares.
Whence stallion courage wanes, she dares.
And now, the heavy curse she bears
Becomes as thin as light.
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