Once Upon a Time    by J.R.Poulter

Once upon a long ago

In the distant mists of time

There was a prince who had to make

A poesy all in rhyme.

 

He had to weave a wondrous tale

For his intended bride,

That swept the legends of the land

The myths from far and wide

 

Into one vast saga,

A tome to end all tomes!

He set out to collect the tales,

It took him far from home.

 

The prince crossed many deserts,

He climbed  too many hills,

He walked through sun and snow and sleet.

He suffered many ills!

 

At last, he had his great big book!

At last, he’d wed his bride!

But as he neared the castle,

He heard a mournful sigh…

 

What stood there was a ruin,

Wind moaned through empty halls.

Of all the pomp and pageantry,

Nothing was left at all…

 

Amidst a drape of spider webs

Within the central court,

He found a tomb whose statuary

Had been most marvelous wrought.

 

There was his bride, robed as a queen,

Her king was by her side.

A scroll lay open on her lap

Of fictions, fables, lies…

 

The prince stood still, 

As turned to stone.

The ancient beams

Above him groaned.

 

A crack, a scream,

He was no more.

The Tome of Tales 

Lay on the floor.

 

The wind tore at the pages,

Tossing them far away.

All that was left, the marble tomb

And what it had to say,

 

JR Poulter