A MEETING WITH THE PRINCE
I thought my invocation went unheard
A careless thought, formed for my mind alone
I uttered not a solitary word,
Yet suffered the invasion of my home
He breached my room but did not come in haste
His steps were silent on the oaken floor
He triumphed in the fact that I was chaste
Beguiled, I knew this soon would be no more
I begged and pleaded my poor case to him
Such tearful pleas fell on his deafened ears
Mesmerized by his charms I soon gave in
He said, "After all you invited me my dear".
He wrapped me in the robes that marked his rank
That bore the stench of centuries of shame
We descended into caverns dark and dank
Where legions of his minions hailed his name.
I now sit beside the once great "Morning Star"
Whose desolation sears my very soul
From his side I cannot travel far
The bride of this prince pays a heavy toll
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