Consummation
Consummation's moment come,
It cannot be denied.
The people cry out for an heir,
Tradition be reprised.
…
Her husband standing near above,
By the bed he stands beside.
While she lies there in her nightdress,
Hiding that she's petrified.
…
The fairytale's long been over,
Ended has her dream.
No longer known as Princess Snow,
Now she is a queen.
How can this be asked of her,
When she's barely turned sixteen?
…
At least it be ordained, she thinks,
The queen with snow-white skin.
To consummate before marriage,
Now that would be a sin.
So to her liege her flower opens,
And the lovemaking begins.
…
Two bodies now move as one,
All throughout the night.
Kisses and caresses fair,
Under single candle's light.
Her former alabaster skin,
Now runs red with delight.
…
And as it still continues,
The queen begins to hum.
A song sung in another life,
About how her prince would come.
Last of innocence is lost,
As last fears overcome.
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All that's left is her desire,
Inferno's lust and need.
Final gasp of ecstasy,
As the king implants his seed.
Holds beloved in her arms,
As her flower starts to bleed.
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Marriage now is consummated,
Pleased God Above in Heaven.
Next morn, only do emerge,
After clock has struck eleven.
And in nine months the queen gives birth,
To not one heir but seven.