sweet prince

nothing more would delight

me than to paint his dizzy perception

plant daisies around his castle

and light candles in his dungeon

his soil so capable of growing pretty things

his world so dark and shadowing so much beauty

And I'd embrace the fire-breathing dragon and tell it

to stop keeping love away and spit flames in a new direction

I'd blow a kiss to the sweet sleeping prince

so when it'd find his lips, he'd awake

to a world that he deserved

something resembling his reflection

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