emulation of Oscar Wilde’s “Dole of the King’s Daughter”
Be cautious of the King’s daughter
And the red roses she puts in her hair,
Her love is as dangerous as her beauty,
This game is a one-sided battle.
She traps with her smile,
Gentle yet harsh at the same time;
Her gaze is filled with passion
But her heart is a bottomless pit.
Her words are not to be trusted,
She knows that they wish to be heard.
They are not honest or true,
Only a projection of her manipulation.
It is her goal to take all that is held dear,
Youth, glory, innocence are just a few,
If those are important then close the eyes
And the heart that she holds in her hands.
Tread by her side with caution and care,
Any sudden movements will draw attention,
Her crimson hands will grasp and pull
When a presence comes too close.
Her world is filled with stolen stars
That litter the skies and the sea,
Be careful with the light of a soul
For once stolen, it is no longer gold.
She is never satisfied with what she receives,
Her only goal is to take as fast as others gain.
Never happy until her name is synonymous
With the thief of light.
Be cautious of the King’s daughter
For her sins only grow by the day,
They develop at a significant pace
Behind the grace of a beautiful face.
