Prince and Roses
by Diane Schnell
hiiroyui2@hotmail.com

Blooming.
Brilliant.
Dancing of the rose petals.
Shimmering in the sunlit garden,
Like the shimmer of her hair.

The princess of roses,
locked in a palace filled with dead souls.
Souls controlled by the devil himself.
The devil, once god, the eternal prince.
Stolen from the imprisoned princess.
Killed, to wait everlasting for a shining prince to rescue her.

Prince.
Noble, suffering in silence.
looking for a princess to protect and cherish.
Drawn into a terrible game,
With no end to the sorrow.

Swords flash,
seeking to kill the prince,
And capture the princess.
But triumph,
The prince does.
Each foe defeated,
Lies spinning stronger around her.
The beautiful prince with pink hair.