Written by: Aaisma Wagle - 23050, Grade XII
Posted on: 09 March, 2023
If I were Apollo,
Would I have foreseen this future?
Or would I have gone with the flow?
As you question how I came to be-
I shudder to think where the story is heading to-
The story of the lonely prince who had his will seized.
Once there was a young prince who was born in the castle-
His mother was a princess but also a mighty scholar;
His father was a knight feared in all the lands-
Also an actor, a very charming man.
People would bring him everything,
Everything he could dream- beautiful silks and exotic food,
That no one else could own as a boy- he was happy; happy to own it all-
To the point he thought ‘prince’ was a title of Having it All.
Born from a line of princes, he was quite adored-
But never before had there been a prince like him known,
Born with his heart, out in the cold-
Which the body somehow, didn't enclose.
When he was small,
It was a phase to outgrow but to their surprise,
It stayed where it showed-
With alive, red and visible glow for others; it was a- Curse of hex but the boy wouldn't care
And dare to say; it would be okay because for him,
It was a crown only his to ever wear.
The royal grew aware-
The fear of people- knowing the case they left the prince's back bear-
Even the queen who lived in a high tower, spoke of other princes to be in power- past and the presence,
For who are born whole,
Were Worthy Descendants of the lord for and are born halves,
Were Undeserving Peasants, never to be mourned.
When the story progresses-
The knight was struck down in battle, beheaded, armors torn-
And was left in dust to rot bleeding in the dark,
The royal watched his corpse-
Realizing the truth, it wasn't too late to choose-
The queen sent new clothes, a new armor for the prince to parcel his heart-
To keep it out of reach, mother didn't interfere for she was afraid.
