the king and his queen
once upon a time there was a king
he lorded over a gorgeously abundant land
his servants adored him
his people praised his genius and passion
he ruled with ease and strength
for he was raised a king
and a king we was made to be
he had three daughters
one was delicate and light
touched my the gods of tranquility
blonde like the summer hay
with the voice of a breeze
the other was a mute
who wore robes of all different colors
and loved to knit
and grew her deep red hair all the way down to her feet
and the other was the youngest and boyish feature
with the head of a birds nest
and the hands of clay
and the heart of rushing waters
the king also had a queen
but she was never scene nor heard by anyone who was not allowed in her room
she remained in her chambers day and night
attended by only two of the kings most upstanding and
long lasting servants
the townsfolk and country peeps
talked about her mystery
some saying that she was more beautiful than any living person
too beautiful for the eyes of mortals to bestow
and some would say she was a hideous and dangerous beast
transformed by some evil scheme
who was and was to always be
chained and locked away from man
never to be revealed
and some small few were heard to be whispering
that she did not exist in body
that there was no queen anymore
that she'd died during the birth of her third daughter
and that her spirit swarmed and congested the room
where she was forced to dwell
.(…..but only until the king removed himself from her presence and wed another
in order to continue the kings line
with a son)
but, before the truth is revealed about the queen
it is important to describe the king and his loves
he was a tall, handsome king
with hair like overgrown vines
and shoulders broad and strong like the hills that he ruled over
and a back strong like the mountain range above
at the feet of which stood his estate
he loved all three of his daughters
each differently and for their own uniqueness
but his favorite, was Manassa
his third daughter
with leaves in her hair
and dirt under her fingernails
who was never seen without a stick in her hand
and a twig in her mouth
even at the dinner table
she ate her food using one hand
and using only one side of her mouth
and only ever used a wooden spoon and nothing else
she was an adventurer and an explorer
and was never without a recent tail to tell
but the thing the king loved the most about her
was her fight
a mighty fight she had
her father was convinced that Manassa would live for a very long time
because she was bound to fight death
til death himself was panting for mercy
begging for her submittance
the king would sit on the big window sill
over looking the gardens to the north
and watch her from there
for hours
running over and through
hedges and brush
declaring to trees
warning of conquer
laughing with the breeze
stories and tales
monsters and motes
this was her world
and the king looked over her
from his window sill
smiling with delight
(to be continued)