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| the prince replies to my other poem 'His Fire'. Still challenging fairytale stereotypes. |
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Locked inside a tower
You are less trouble
Lost
inside a labyrinth,
You will never reach my heart
The frosty walls of
my dreams
Are too cold, too high for you to climb
And may the thorny
rose
Prevent you from coming near
The needle in my heart
Is more
cherished than you, so
Prick your finger and bleed the red cloak’s dye
For
I think nothing of your curiosity,
And the starving wolf Inside
Would
never even glance upon your flesh.
Not the hero, nor the dragon.
I am
not a vain fantasy
That lays my wishes out before
you,
To trample into faery dust
The black glitter upon my wings
Will choke and blind you
And fan a fire that only
burns.
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