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The Adderhead

April 16, 2011
By Bushbaby32 BRONZE, Fresno, California
Bushbaby32 BRONZE, Fresno, California
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Favorite Quote:
"The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result."


Whether by sheer force of will
My love is all that’s left to kill
The ships have sailed from shining shore
Oh in this world of love and lore

Oh in this world where faeries laugh
Where fawn is found instead of calf
Where magic is more than money and wits
At edge of land, the Silver Prince sits

He yearns for silver, nothing more
Not for love or laugh or lore
Not for glory, or adore
But for silver, nothing more

So in this world where faeries laugh
Where fawn is found instead of calf
Where magic is more than money and wits
The silver prince no longer sits

He has his men to ramp and rage
To burn the fields without a mage
To kill without drawing an extra breath
To fill the land in a plague of death

They storm the streets without a thought
Of the pain they’ve caused, the tears they’ve brought
The mercy of God which cannot be bought
He will set their corpses in hell to rot

And now the land is blank and bare
There are few left to cry or care
Save one young girl who did not wince
But climb the hill to the Silver Prince

She begged, pleaded, screamed and fought
He sent her away without a thought
“But wait!” she cried, I have something more
And she let her blouse fall to the floor

He locked her away inside his tower
His largest display of money and power
She bathed and put on a deep red dress
She knew she must always look her best

And in that night a shattering scream
Passed through the land, across every stream
Her family knew what she had done
But they also dreamed of what she won

And though freedom is what he had said
He threw her back in his tower to dread
The coming nights, when she dressed in red
And with the horrors to come, she would rather be dead.

Night after night, he came for her,
Days and weeks became a blur
And one strange night, he fell asleep
With her in the room, she did not weep

In the silence, she grasped a knife
In a quiet fit of strife
She finished the Prince and out of shame
She took herself and what was left of her name

So in this world where faeries laugh
Where fawn is found instead of calf
Where magic is more than money and wits
The Silver Prince will never sit


The author's comments:
Inspired by Cornelia Funke's marvelous fiction, Inkdeath, book #3 in the Inkheart Trilogy.

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