Once upon a time there was a not-so happy prince, (oscar wilde anyone?)
He got lost pondering about life's riddle;
And no one has seen him since.
One day a girl found him sitting alone, lost within himself;
She smiled saying,"Hi!", he didn't so much as look at her
— a terse tacit 'goodbye.'
Only years later, after warding off an allegorical alligator
that mistook his thoughts for food,
did he realize: being all by himself was no good.
With this in mind, he set out to repay her kindness in kind;
Literally hand picking all the black roses he could find.
Is this signalling the end of his grief? Alas, fate took to mischief
For it was not to be so- what a fell blow!
Fortunately he didn't know, or perhaps he did,
just enough not to show it in his deeds.
Retreating back into his shell, he wished her (fare)well;
Setting sun to his back, playing an Anathema track,
his 'The Thinker" posture said it all.
(it's a statue..with some ties to the divine comedy..possibly depicting Dante calmly musing near the gates of hell.)
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PoetryYou'll see soon enough. Please note that..if something is dedicated to you..it does not necessarily mean that the piece is about you..... "The true identity of happiness is pain." "Tragic is my kind of magic."
