Prince and his Princess

by Bulma B

a poem i wrote

Prince and his princess

The sky is so dark and the air is so cold,

a sad, sad story is about to be told,

of a prince whose heart could not be breached,

and a blue haired genius to whom love she reached,

one would go on but the other would stay,

in a place with no feeling,

a place draped in gray,

so I tell this story with respect,

for those two hearts,

whom death couldn't part.

away in a lab she toils,

away from her his blood boils,

lonely they were but stubborn as mules,

abiding by they're set of pre-written rules,

fast quick thinking minds and two strong wills,

one lives to save what the other one kills,

until one night both of them saw,

that there was something there,

and it was without flaw.

as fast as it came it was to leave,

two masks put there to fool and deceive,

harshness brought down by the cry of their son,

both unaware of what was to come,

as fast as calm came they saw it leave,

neither expected this,

not even in their wildest dreams.

the sky grew dark and it began to rain,

both hearts were filled with excruciating pain,

the woman would go on but her prince would stay,

battered and dead on the ground he lay,

and his last words were everyone's surprise,

that he loved her so much,

and for that, her love,

he died.

~~~*Bulma B.*~~~