Agatha The Princess

A fairy tale poem

　

she was on the throne

far away from her home

uniting hearts to ne fond heights

carrying herself with a song

　

Agatha the princess

will lose their influence

soaring to new frontiers

left her to tears

　

took walks in her garden

beautiful flower display

let to thoughts to pray

with tears in her eyes

　

came as a big surprise

delicate hue wth borrowed lies

she walks the flats on the lonely pier

rapers and dishes she would hide

leave behind

　

the careless whisper

a shoulder to cry

the soft cascading vamp

shine on her eyes

　

to beg or even borrow

moments of sorrow

to cleave to her young

the living stone

　

have we just begun