Fairy-Tale: Poetry Series
Trit-trot, arrived him on a horse
with hair as white as snow,
Reigns pulled, he stopped in front of me
and asked Where shall I go?
Fine Prince, I say with deep respect
it is so very clear,
Sweet Prince, I say most giddily
You must dismount right here.
Whyfore, young maid, he said to me
must I get off my horse?
Because Dear Prince, I answered him
Your true love's here in Flor'nce.
Tis True?! the Prince exclaimed to me,
joy brimming in his eyes,
So it is, Dear Prince, I smiled
though much to his surprise.
Please come with me, I said to him
I'll bring you home to her.
Most excellent! did he reply
and I saw his heart did stir.
We are here now, Sir, Your Majesty,
to him residence unknown,
And where's my love? he asked,
Sweet Prince, please welcome to my home.
I shut the door and turned to him
with fire in my eyes,
Oh Prince, you fool! How could
you not have seen through my disguise!