A/N: (L) Hey there! Welcome to Somniare Aurora! (Dreaming of the Dawn)
(S) Yeah... Welcome! XD
(L) So... this is a poem. A poem that serves as a prologue. XD It will remain up this time for like ever. XD The only thing, we won't be working on this for a while, and we won't be updating so much on this quite yet. This is our project after the two we're focusing on! Those Two:
Empty Promises, and Lost and Broken, are available on my account
(S) So for now it will be here to remind us we actually have a good idea, but we need to start working on it again. :D
(L) Yeah... But don't worry! WE'LL BE BACK! ^.^
(~Somniare Aurora~)
Prologue
Once upon a time in the kingdom of hyrule... A prophecy was once written long ago by the ancient oracle who traveled the olden land...
As the first dawn of the Princess's life shown through,
The wicked witches power grew.
Her first day way joyous and pure,
But evil's presence was dismissed for sure.
As the evil felt scorned she laid such a curse,
For the young princess there was not much worse.
An oracle, stubborn yet true,
knew of the curse that was beginning to pursue.
With the work of her magic,
she had changed the curse that was proven quite tragic.
The child was immediately hidden from sight,
while the witch's minions continued her plight.
Sixteen years have gone by quickly,
Her beauty was shown by hair so golden, lips as red as a rose so prickly.
She wanders the forest on her day of birth,
The witch has still been full of mirth.
Clothes ragged like a peasant she wore,
Three guardians still protect her like they swore.
Protection can't hide from everything in the world,
as our fair maid fell in love such as in the stories she was told.
Our Prince so fair rode through the woods,
only to find a maid whose hair was covered by a hood.
He peered at her as her grace she sang,
for he knew she put all others to shame.
Such things were not hidden from evil so vile,
the couple was pulled into the witches trial.
Her curse activated,
the witch felt her actions were sacred.
Her lust for the hero was sure to finally be won,
as she planned to hear the deadly notes her rivaled princess would strum.
A harp lie still on our maid's lap,
a rhythm laid out as if on a map.
She fell to the floor believing herself with love,
but the wicked one would try to steal that very same dove.
As in sleep the maid would dream,
The good princess has lost, long live the evil queen
Her hero not falling for the witches trick,
He escapes for his love pursuing quite quick.
Yet the witch would not cease her plans of malice.
For she makes another plan to stall our hero's talent.
Should the princess be kissed by her dark force,
the reign of torment will end with no remorse...