5 April 2024
This is quiet a long one; there is a surprisingly large amount to cover with this section of my poem-outline. It’s fun, though!
Temper thy expectations,
Dearest friend of mine.
We know not her wishes
Nor what she may’ve endured.
Wise though thy words,
I cannot my heart restrain.
E’en to see her mor than I once hoped
Look; anon and we arrive.
My queen, all hail. Safe trip, I pray?
Though, alas, it was not so for us.
The prince’s sight is… changed, to say
And the princess will not leave her room.
Changed, you say?
Did he fall to fairy’s curse?
‘Tis best if I tend to him,
While you thy daughter greet.
Agreed. Then I shall go.
A knock, rejection, but–
I am neither prince nor Phillip.
May I enter?
Panic, shock
Already she stands at my door!?
Long have I longed and dreaded this meeting
But… A smidge of courage, I open the door.
I… I am sorry I’m not more
Not a princess, not bold, not brave
Just… me.
I… I never even tried to leave.
Her words like chimes blow past
None settle. Instead,
She is in my arms, at last.
And there we stay, in silence.
~~~~~
The prince before me, changed indeed.
Mortals were not meant for fairy sight
Only one other I know of, but such is luck
That one is me, and I can guide you.
Well enough, and thank thee, truly.
But what e’en is the point?
All is worthless, ash and dust.
All… all that is… ‘cept thee?
Indeed, even when Death takes me
Never shall I age or rot.
But that is of no import.
Come, there is much work to do.
~~~~~
A wond’rous, glorious week
‘Tis not so bad a way to go
Though regrets remain, I will not lament
My time is up, it seems
The princess collapsed,
And fades so fast!
O great Queen of sorceries,
Is there aught thou canst do?
There is. Indeed, long planned.
But I do not like it.
My friend, my queen, dearest Hannah,
Are you sure this is thy wish?
Never have I been more sure.
Aurora has not even had
An honest chance to live.
Can I, as mother,
Prize my life above my child’s?
Mother, what meanest thou?
What plan have you concocted?
A quiet dread fills my chest
Surely, you cannot mean…?
Dearest Isaac, know I love you,
And I’m proud of who you are.
Whate’er happens, we’ll watch o’er you.
Maleficent, ‘tis time.
Ne’er have I regretted a promise more
And decades since last I shed a tear
Yet I will respect thy wish
Breath for breath, and life for life.
W-what?
I am… awake?
Is this Heaven?
But no, there is the prince, and Phillip, and…
No.
No no no.
Please tell me she did not!
What worth have I, a timid girl,
That a queen would yield her life for me?!