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A Charming Tale (A Mad Girl Poem)
There once was a pauper you see, a pauper that went by the same name as me.
She was pretty or as she was told, with green eyes and hair made of gold.
She had friends and she had family but most importantly she had heart.
Evil forces were bent on tearing her world apart.
She fell in love, but it was not meant to be.
For her prince was promised to another girl, a girl whom was not me.
But she pined for him never the less, she couldn't change her heart let alone change her mind.
It was sad thing to watch, a girl break her heart over someone who couldn't give his away.
And I often look back at her, that girl in her white dress, dreaming of a world in which he was her and she was his.
But that would never happen, or at least not for a long time.
But time it had happened, she had broken down one too many times, lost and then re-grew a spine.
She fell down just to get back up.
Lost her mind, lost her way, broke her heart-- Sometimes all in the same day.
But fate would prove to be on her side.
For when it came to her darkest hour.
He was there to save her life.
Slayed the dragon.
And freed her from that cold dungeon cell.
Only for her to thrown from the frying pan, and fall face first into Hell.
But he was there again, her prince charming never did fail.
He was there for her and was always there to answer her call.
But when it came time for her to save him.
From the wicked witch whom held control over his heart with her spell.
The pauper knew would she had to do, forgetting her rags and putting on a silver suit.
Arming herself with the deadliest weapons of choice.
She was going to save her prince, like he had saved her many times.
And so she broke down the doors of the town's meeting hall.
And before the word "I do" could be heard.
She saved her Prince with true love's kiss, breaking the spell and bringing him back.
To leave the witch, and watch her burn, melt away into ashes, rise up in smoke.
Slay the fowl beast, she did.
Killed her.
Destroyed her.
And took back her prince.
And now it has been years since.
And they are together alas, the pauper and her prince.
And unlikely pair it would seem but it goes to show what can happen.
When you truely believe in magic, in might, in wishes, in dreams.
Anything can happen, or at least it did to me.
There were no wands or crystal balls involved in the making of this life.
And the strike of midnight held no special meaning at all.
The slipper was not meant to fit me but did anyway.
And my hair was nowhere near as long.
But I proved the impossible, and took back what was always mine.
And it just goes to show you, that if you try and fail.
Try again my dears, because you may just end up like me.
And at the end of storybook, when you wake from your dreams.
It will be your ball that you shall attend.
Everyone's ears to your story shall they lend.
And you will be fairest of all in all the land.
So when you try and fail-- Do not give up, do not give in.
Just try and fail, try and fail again.
Until what is yours has been achieved.
Whether it is love, ambition or passing of dreams.
The book has been closed.
The last page written, the story been told.
And you will have tried and instead of another fail.
You will be the holder, to a very charming tale.
She was pretty or as she was told, with green eyes and hair made of gold.
She had friends and she had family but most importantly she had heart.
Evil forces were bent on tearing her world apart.
She fell in love, but it was not meant to be.
For her prince was promised to another girl, a girl whom was not me.
But she pined for him never the less, she couldn't change her heart let alone change her mind.
It was sad thing to watch, a girl break her heart over someone who couldn't give his away.
And I often look back at her, that girl in her white dress, dreaming of a world in which he was her and she was his.
But that would never happen, or at least not for a long time.
But time it had happened, she had broken down one too many times, lost and then re-grew a spine.
She fell down just to get back up.
Lost her mind, lost her way, broke her heart-- Sometimes all in the same day.
But fate would prove to be on her side.
For when it came to her darkest hour.
He was there to save her life.
Slayed the dragon.
And freed her from that cold dungeon cell.
Only for her to thrown from the frying pan, and fall face first into Hell.
But he was there again, her prince charming never did fail.
He was there for her and was always there to answer her call.
But when it came time for her to save him.
From the wicked witch whom held control over his heart with her spell.
The pauper knew would she had to do, forgetting her rags and putting on a silver suit.
Arming herself with the deadliest weapons of choice.
She was going to save her prince, like he had saved her many times.
And so she broke down the doors of the town's meeting hall.
And before the word "I do" could be heard.
She saved her Prince with true love's kiss, breaking the spell and bringing him back.
To leave the witch, and watch her burn, melt away into ashes, rise up in smoke.
Slay the fowl beast, she did.
Killed her.
Destroyed her.
And took back her prince.
And now it has been years since.
And they are together alas, the pauper and her prince.
And unlikely pair it would seem but it goes to show what can happen.
When you truely believe in magic, in might, in wishes, in dreams.
Anything can happen, or at least it did to me.
There were no wands or crystal balls involved in the making of this life.
And the strike of midnight held no special meaning at all.
The slipper was not meant to fit me but did anyway.
And my hair was nowhere near as long.
But I proved the impossible, and took back what was always mine.
And it just goes to show you, that if you try and fail.
Try again my dears, because you may just end up like me.
And at the end of storybook, when you wake from your dreams.
It will be your ball that you shall attend.
Everyone's ears to your story shall they lend.
And you will be fairest of all in all the land.
So when you try and fail-- Do not give up, do not give in.
Just try and fail, try and fail again.
Until what is yours has been achieved.
Whether it is love, ambition or passing of dreams.
The book has been closed.
The last page written, the story been told.
And you will have tried and instead of another fail.
You will be the holder, to a very charming tale.
Published 19th Dec 2013
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