A Pang of Mercy

The curse, the lethargy, conceived out of wedlock Dawn and Day, the mother-in-law of the race of the Ogres, the tub filled with toads, vipers and snakes, the cohabitant who always stays out - here's a partial list of the problems that await the true princesses, whereas a dreamless sleep is a soteriological ideal of any Buddhist. Bent over the beautiful princess, I feel a pang of mercy, and, rising from my knees, get out of here - by little Mopsey, the Princess's spaniel, which is lying on the bed, by the hypothetical fire upon the hearth, by the doormen in whose cups wine turned into mold long ago and beyond, through the wayless wood of existence, which is not a problem for my ladylove anymore. As Charles Perrault rightly stated: “Thorns part before a royal blood only”. 1St Corinthians 13:13 Inspiration Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Regina Riddle