Fractured Fairytales
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Lyrics by: Led Zeppelin / Indicates lyrics/
Chapter two
You know I've had my share.
/Good times/ /Bad times/
Jury stood, wind whipping at her locks; coaxing strands from the shadows where she took refuge. Where she stood, a citadel to the small figure below; her eyes never waving, drinking in the sight of purple as Shiori made her way across the courtyard.
/You know I've had my share/
Shiori's sea green skirt bellowed like a flag around her slender legs; threatening to expose milky thighs. Her grape hair thrown back; Medusa like tendrils flew around her pale face. Unaware that nature was lending her a wild and beautiful mantel; one that ensnared the prince from her hiding spot.
/When my woman left home for a brown eyed man/
Jury knew only what it was to need; all her cool reservations about loving from afar left her weak. Open to temptation. Shiori turned, her amethyst hair caught entwined with Jury's long elegant fingers. They stayed that way for moments; brief seconds of time whirled in the wind around them. Than the princess narrowed her eyes; unlike her fairytale counterpart her eyes held no innocence, nor love. Because this princess knew the secrets; that before her stood power wrapped in princely cloth needing what only she could give.love. And love had its price; one her prince was willing to pay for over and over again.
/I know what is means to be alone/
Jury knew that being a prince meant nobility, courage, and pride. But letting Shiori go, the echoes of her small feet drowning in the angry noise of the storm; Jury knew it all meant nothing if she couldn't make Shiori love her.
/I don't care what the neighbors say/ /I'm gonna love you each and everyday/
Disclaimer: I own nothing that belongs to somebody else.
Lyrics by: Led Zeppelin / Indicates lyrics/
Chapter two
You know I've had my share.
/Good times/ /Bad times/
Jury stood, wind whipping at her locks; coaxing strands from the shadows where she took refuge. Where she stood, a citadel to the small figure below; her eyes never waving, drinking in the sight of purple as Shiori made her way across the courtyard.
/You know I've had my share/
Shiori's sea green skirt bellowed like a flag around her slender legs; threatening to expose milky thighs. Her grape hair thrown back; Medusa like tendrils flew around her pale face. Unaware that nature was lending her a wild and beautiful mantel; one that ensnared the prince from her hiding spot.
/When my woman left home for a brown eyed man/
Jury knew only what it was to need; all her cool reservations about loving from afar left her weak. Open to temptation. Shiori turned, her amethyst hair caught entwined with Jury's long elegant fingers. They stayed that way for moments; brief seconds of time whirled in the wind around them. Than the princess narrowed her eyes; unlike her fairytale counterpart her eyes held no innocence, nor love. Because this princess knew the secrets; that before her stood power wrapped in princely cloth needing what only she could give.love. And love had its price; one her prince was willing to pay for over and over again.
/I know what is means to be alone/
Jury knew that being a prince meant nobility, courage, and pride. But letting Shiori go, the echoes of her small feet drowning in the angry noise of the storm; Jury knew it all meant nothing if she couldn't make Shiori love her.
/I don't care what the neighbors say/ /I'm gonna love you each and everyday/