A Measure of Seasons Ago…

 

 

Once upon a Winter’s eve

A young Red Prince was vastly naive

With cruel jests and the sweetest of tunes

He sang his own praises in sugary croons

 

Only one girl did not applaud him as great

And for it, he chased her out the iron gate

But when she was gone, the prince felt alone

He secretly wished that she might come home

 

On the cool Winter’s eve before the prince broke

He lost his cruel heart to a great bout of smoke

To get his heart back, the prince had to be clever

“Fetch five golden rings or lose it for forever.”

 

But on his great quest, the prince learned a thing

‘Twas a thing that thwarted him and lost him a ring

The mean Red Prince was forced to change his song

Or live without a heart, and never truly belong

 

The clever prince battled wind, wall, and wave

And with hope in hand, he stole his heart from the grave

And when he returned; stale, princely heart beating

He found the girl he had hated for leaving

 

And so, after all his conflict and follies

The prince kissed the girl beneath a bough of hollies

But before the girl turned to look upon his face

The prince with a heart disappeared without a trace