storytelling time
I've had a sudden creative rush for a stroy in Rhyme, i've been working on it for two days now and this is the result so far ;
~ Once there was a princess born, in line of royal throne.
a baby fair, with golden hair. The fairest baby known.
The King and Queen prepared a ball, in honor of her name.
with music, dance and storytellers. And everybody came.
Three sweet fairies from the glade, honored kingdoms ball.
three wishes they brought as a gift, to the fairest of them all.
The First wished for a gentle heart, honest true and kind.
The second for the more practical gift, of a clever mind.
The third was doubting for a while, something seemed amiss.
but in the end she choose for love, as she spoke her wish.
And there was joy throughout the land, as the princess slept.
far away from all the cheering, safely she was kept.
The party lingered until dawn, the embers burning low.
the newest morning just arriving, shone her sunny glow.
The princess grew in love and care, for years and years in row.
just as what the fairies whished for, all those years ago.
She was fair and good at heart, with a clever mind.
she was honest as no other, and very sweet and kind.
at the age of 14 summers, she dwindled near the well.
caring not for her own safety, she walked the rim and fell.
she tumbled down into the hole, the fall seemed like forever.
as she fell she wished, alas, that she had been more clever.
at the bottom of the well, she didn´t hit the ground.
she floated downwards to the soil, with a whooshing sound.
she landed softly on her feet, staring around in shock.
she could see nothing but the darkness, felt nothing but rock.
with her hands close to the wall, she found a path to follow.
foot by foot she made her way, straight into a hollow.
a shiny light, from flames perhaps, lit the stony cave.
she straitened up and brushed her hair back, trying to be brave.
near the fire sat a man, in darkest cloth embraced.
his white eyes blind and without a sparkle, his sight for good erased.
`I feel a striking source of beauty, your presence I can tell`
`How did you end up in our hollow, underneath the well`
the princess cried and told her story, with sobs and fearful voice.
of how she would go back and change things if she had a choice.
The King and Queen! how would they worry, with their daughter gone.
she would be here like the blind man, forgotten and alone.
The blind man sighed and grabbed a wand, from a pocket tucked away.
`I am here by choice my dear, you don´t have to stay`
`if leaving is what you wish, then I can make it so`
`just promise me one little gift, before I let you go`
The princess promised to the deal, and she would make it true.
`you may ask for every wish, that is my oath to you`
the blind man smiled and grabbed his wand `it will be so maiden fair`
`now as a gift, all that I ask, is a strand of golden hair`
The blind man smiled and pulled his knife, giving her the blade.
"a strand of hair, a wee bit long, and your debt to me is paid
The princess cuts a strand of hair, and weaved it to a ring.
"the gift is here, now bring me back, to the queen and king"
The blind man took the ring and grabbed, the wand tight in his hand.
"then this will be my gift to you, dear fairest of the land"
He tapped her head with the wand, and the fire whooshed up high.
"I give you, princess, in return, the ability to fly"
The princess fell onto the ground, her form began to shift.
Transformed in whole and not just wings, turned out to be her gift.
"You can fly now, as you wished, and you can try to flee"
"you will stay this form however, util I un-spell thee"
"the well needs someone to be here, and I 'm old and gray"
"I will not turn you to yourself, until you're here to stay"
A little bird, with feathers black, sat there looking sad.
a princess formed into a bird, now isn't that just mad.
The blind man tried to grab her tight, his hands where reaching out.
But the princess pecked his fingers, in some rage no doubt.
She flapped her wings and rose to fly, up into the air.
Leaving blind man to himself, with the strand of golden hair.
A bird rose from the well that night, in panic and with sorrow.
How would the king and queen react, her not being there on the morrow.
She flew all night without a rest, not knowing where to go.
She would not be a human again, the blind man told her so.
On that morning she found a place, to rest and think things through.
Maybe she could think of something, something smart to do.
She nested in a tree that night, underneath the moon.
She really hoped she'd find an answer, or some help real soon.
The morning came, in orange colours, shining her pale light.
And in the treetops slept a blackbird, tired from her flight.
The princess woke and stretched her wings, preparing to fly home.
She would fly up onto to the palace, and nest onto the dome.
With hope in heart, and feeling strong, she dived and soared away.
There would be someone there to help her, she thought in softish pray.
After flying quite a while, she comes across a farm.
She spots a female standing there, with a basket on her arm.
She feeds her chickens, throwing corn, and whistles a sweet song.
The princess halts her journey swift, and whistles merrily along.
The woman smiles and throws some corn, in front of her two feet.
She steps back a little bit, to let the princess eat.
"hello there darling, you sing nice, what a gorgeous bird"
"you must be the sweetest singer that I've ever heard"
The princess eats, and sings some more, to farmers-wife's delight.
Until the farmers kids come running, giving her a fright.
"birdie, birdie don't go yet! We want to hear you sing"
"may we hear a little more, and then its food we'll bring"
The princess hops onto a branch, and sings and sings away.
Until she remembers her own cause, from which she's gone astray.
The female says to her own boys, "tell daddy what you've found"
"maybe he can hear her words, instead of just her sound"
The princess stops, and wonders, what did the female say?
Surely she did not mean that really, it cannot be that way.
A male arrives, all dressed in greens, he smiles and lifts his hand.
"hey there beauty, come sit here, I might just understand"
Carefully the princess flutters, closer to the male.
She notices that he is pretty, and his skin is rather pale.
"sing sweet blackbird, let me listen, sing for me my dear"
"let us see, what is your tale, please sing it to my ear"
~word vervolgd~
this is part one and two together (without interlude or anything)
enjoy reading!
~ Once there was a princess born, in line of royal throne.
a baby fair, with golden hair. The fairest baby known.
The King and Queen prepared a ball, in honor of her name.
with music, dance and storytellers. And everybody came.
Three sweet fairies from the glade, honored kingdoms ball.
three wishes they brought as a gift, to the fairest of them all.
The First wished for a gentle heart, honest true and kind.
The second for the more practical gift, of a clever mind.
The third was doubting for a while, something seemed amiss.
but in the end she choose for love, as she spoke her wish.
And there was joy throughout the land, as the princess slept.
far away from all the cheering, safely she was kept.
The party lingered until dawn, the embers burning low.
the newest morning just arriving, shone her sunny glow.
The princess grew in love and care, for years and years in row.
just as what the fairies whished for, all those years ago.
She was fair and good at heart, with a clever mind.
she was honest as no other, and very sweet and kind.
at the age of 14 summers, she dwindled near the well.
caring not for her own safety, she walked the rim and fell.
she tumbled down into the hole, the fall seemed like forever.
as she fell she wished, alas, that she had been more clever.
at the bottom of the well, she didn´t hit the ground.
she floated downwards to the soil, with a whooshing sound.
she landed softly on her feet, staring around in shock.
she could see nothing but the darkness, felt nothing but rock.
with her hands close to the wall, she found a path to follow.
foot by foot she made her way, straight into a hollow.
a shiny light, from flames perhaps, lit the stony cave.
she straitened up and brushed her hair back, trying to be brave.
near the fire sat a man, in darkest cloth embraced.
his white eyes blind and without a sparkle, his sight for good erased.
`I feel a striking source of beauty, your presence I can tell`
`How did you end up in our hollow, underneath the well`
the princess cried and told her story, with sobs and fearful voice.
of how she would go back and change things if she had a choice.
The King and Queen! how would they worry, with their daughter gone.
she would be here like the blind man, forgotten and alone.
The blind man sighed and grabbed a wand, from a pocket tucked away.
`I am here by choice my dear, you don´t have to stay`
`if leaving is what you wish, then I can make it so`
`just promise me one little gift, before I let you go`
The princess promised to the deal, and she would make it true.
`you may ask for every wish, that is my oath to you`
the blind man smiled and grabbed his wand `it will be so maiden fair`
`now as a gift, all that I ask, is a strand of golden hair`
The blind man smiled and pulled his knife, giving her the blade.
"a strand of hair, a wee bit long, and your debt to me is paid
The princess cuts a strand of hair, and weaved it to a ring.
"the gift is here, now bring me back, to the queen and king"
The blind man took the ring and grabbed, the wand tight in his hand.
"then this will be my gift to you, dear fairest of the land"
He tapped her head with the wand, and the fire whooshed up high.
"I give you, princess, in return, the ability to fly"
The princess fell onto the ground, her form began to shift.
Transformed in whole and not just wings, turned out to be her gift.
"You can fly now, as you wished, and you can try to flee"
"you will stay this form however, util I un-spell thee"
"the well needs someone to be here, and I 'm old and gray"
"I will not turn you to yourself, until you're here to stay"
A little bird, with feathers black, sat there looking sad.
a princess formed into a bird, now isn't that just mad.
The blind man tried to grab her tight, his hands where reaching out.
But the princess pecked his fingers, in some rage no doubt.
She flapped her wings and rose to fly, up into the air.
Leaving blind man to himself, with the strand of golden hair.
A bird rose from the well that night, in panic and with sorrow.
How would the king and queen react, her not being there on the morrow.
She flew all night without a rest, not knowing where to go.
She would not be a human again, the blind man told her so.
On that morning she found a place, to rest and think things through.
Maybe she could think of something, something smart to do.
She nested in a tree that night, underneath the moon.
She really hoped she'd find an answer, or some help real soon.
The morning came, in orange colours, shining her pale light.
And in the treetops slept a blackbird, tired from her flight.
The princess woke and stretched her wings, preparing to fly home.
She would fly up onto to the palace, and nest onto the dome.
With hope in heart, and feeling strong, she dived and soared away.
There would be someone there to help her, she thought in softish pray.
After flying quite a while, she comes across a farm.
She spots a female standing there, with a basket on her arm.
She feeds her chickens, throwing corn, and whistles a sweet song.
The princess halts her journey swift, and whistles merrily along.
The woman smiles and throws some corn, in front of her two feet.
She steps back a little bit, to let the princess eat.
"hello there darling, you sing nice, what a gorgeous bird"
"you must be the sweetest singer that I've ever heard"
The princess eats, and sings some more, to farmers-wife's delight.
Until the farmers kids come running, giving her a fright.
"birdie, birdie don't go yet! We want to hear you sing"
"may we hear a little more, and then its food we'll bring"
The princess hops onto a branch, and sings and sings away.
Until she remembers her own cause, from which she's gone astray.
The female says to her own boys, "tell daddy what you've found"
"maybe he can hear her words, instead of just her sound"
The princess stops, and wonders, what did the female say?
Surely she did not mean that really, it cannot be that way.
A male arrives, all dressed in greens, he smiles and lifts his hand.
"hey there beauty, come sit here, I might just understand"
Carefully the princess flutters, closer to the male.
She notices that he is pretty, and his skin is rather pale.
"sing sweet blackbird, let me listen, sing for me my dear"
"let us see, what is your tale, please sing it to my ear"
~word vervolgd~
this is part one and two together (without interlude or anything)
enjoy reading!