When he fell the heavens screamed
When he fell the sky broke into a frenzy
When he fell the flowers disintegrated into ghastly thorns
When he fell the wings off his back crumbled away
When he fell the fine jeweled clothing he once wore tore away
When he fell his arms stretched out, hoping to grab onto some hope but alas there was none
When he fell his sparkle dulled
When he fell his worldly possessions were stripped away
Leaving only rug sack and cape to his name
When he fell the cheers and chants transformed into solemn silence
He fell
He fell
He fell.
On the ground he lay, naked and vulnerable as the day he was born
A Prince without a Kingdom
He lay in the barren fields, unmoving and frail
His heart still and hope shattered
Fae was he
A fae that's all.
A lone tear travelled down his cheek, the only response he could muster.
"I've failed. I've failed."sang his thoughts.
The branches wrapped around his skin, blooming leaves as they twirled
Like a serpent strangling a mouse, they covered his exposed form
Coldly and delicately the branches engulfed his form
Brilliant and beautiful emerald and blood burst to life
Golden stars danced along the wooden arms
Shimmered and shinned until they were no more.
Adorned with fresh clothing and clear off dirt he felt alive
sprouting hope grew in his heart
A twinkle returned to his eye.
When he rose he stood tall and proud
When he rose he grew in strength
When he rose he never felt alone
When he rose one thought chorused through his mind
"I may have lost the battle but the war has just begun."
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Werewolf"Well, Well what do we have here." said his voice menacingly. . . . . . . "Don't you know not to cross onto an Alpha's territory." he whispered into my ear.
