Our castle was strong,
but will never stand as long as the memory of you.
Our carriage was swift,
but not as elegant as your arrival into my heart.
Our coffers were full,
but no where near the completeness you offered.
Our love was a faerie tale,
and you chose to turn it to rust.
The castle, carriage, gold, and love
Will all be forgotten as they turn to dust one day…
But the mem’ries you left behind
Will haunt me the rest of my life, night and day…
Our son, a prince, has lost his throne…
The king disenchanted, so far from home…
The queen rules with ice in her veins…
It’s not what she took; it’s what she left behind...
©
Sept 23, 2012 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic
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