(Imagine a Princess, an extremely beautiful one, on the balcony of her palace in the early hours of the day)
The king sits on his giant throne,
Not knowing you’ll come for me
Through the deadly desert all alone,
Past the fields and the lonely tree.
I hope you arrive before the break of day
To take me out of the palace unseen
By the guards till we are farther away
In the lands where few have ever been.
The doves flap the air aloud,
And come racing down the street
To land on the garden around
The pond that drowns all desert heat.
The sky tells me you are on the way
Since that’s where we usually stay
And till dark midnight lay awake.
Oh Praise Dear Santa! Praise the Lord!
I hear the wedding bells ring in merry
When in comes Daisy panting hard
To tell me about the news in a hurry.
“The King is preparing, my Princess!
And I reckon your love was spotted”
The Princess’ heart broke into pieces
As she fell to the ground and fainted.
(Her love is a farmer by profession. Imagine accordingly)
By then her love was at the fields
Following her familiar scent southward
With a winning will that never yields
And true love that only draws forward.
He could hear a faint flute sing
A melancholic tune never heard
When he knelt to pick a golden ring
Shiny, soft and stunningly weird.
He marched the final miles tired,
Exhausted by the steep rocky slope
Mounted on a horse he’d hired
To be caught by the soldiers’ troupe.
The Princess wet her father’s feet
With tears till her eyes went red
The King could only hear the beat
Of war drums, for the captive had fled.
“Farmer he may seem to be
But warmer is his breath
Calmer with me under the tree
My lover he will be till death
He doesn’t come for the gold,
Nor for the rubies of old,
But for his longing heart,
And its other weeping part”.
“Have you lost from your clever mind
The prophecy of the wealthy prince
Who comes from far land only to find
Ways to let your marriage commence
The rains will then visit our land
Like a twin long lost in the past
Filling every drum and pond
With water to drink to our last”.
The royal gate threw itself open
And came the farmer on his own
Dress torn and without weapon
With courage even he hadn’t known.
The king advanced with his sword
And stopped a feet short of him
Through his spine ran a blizzard
And the world seemed to dim.
He went down on the floor,
To search for a knee wound,
As told by the legends of yore
Of the prince who’ll be found.
The king smiled like the overhead sun
For from then he’ll have nothing to do
Since his kingdom had today won
And the original prophecy was indeed true!
What you could have missed:
- ‘The Frozen Lake’ in the fourth stanza is an allusion to ‘Stopping by Woods on a Snowy evening’ by Robert Frost. Adding the poem there wouldn’t have changed much of my poem’s development too!
- ‘The Golden ring’ in the eight stanza is an allusion to ‘The Lord of the Rings’ by J.R.R Tolkien
- The doves in the third stanza seem unwanted in the poem but, one of them had carried a message from the outpost informing the farmer-lover’s advancement.
- The flute the lover hears at stanza eight when he picks the prophecy ring sounds melancholic though it had to be joyful. The princess hears wedding bells ring when Daisy comes with bad news. Translates to: ‘Things aren’t what they seem to be’
Some years later… Romancing her and the night