Betrayal ©

She stood, yes, there she was,
Waiting for her beloved prince
The love of her life, her heartthrob
Would come riding, riding, riding…..
On his chestnut coloured horseWith a golden mane.

There she was, on the topmost turret
Her bright blue eyes eyeing the path
As far as their vision could reach.
Lost in thought, she saw herself
Being escorted onto the beast
By none but her beloved, who would come.

The beautiful bird, chirping sweetly
Flew to her and said, “Oh bonny bride,
Thy prince won’t come, give up”.
But she shooed it away, for it disturbed
Her blithe anticipation of herself
With her prince who would come.

The cool, soothing wind
Swept across her face wildly
Desperate, to untie the blindfold.
For yes, she was surely blinded by love,
Engrossed in her daydream, awaiting
Her prince who would surely come.

The golden disc much, much above the turret
Tried to obstruct her gaze with its rays
But she shielded herself with her hands
And continued to stare at the path
The chestnut horse would tread,
The prince, her beloved would come.

Alas! He did not come.
He betrayed his bonny bride
Who was gazing intently at the path
By which he would come, set her free
And fly off with her
To some unknown, magical land.

She stood still, pestered by the birds, the wind,
The golden disc with its scorching rays.
Her eyes filled with pearl like tears
Her feet ached, her forehead throbbed.
She was losing balance; her eyes were finally closing….
She could not stop them, she felt light.

There she was, lying on the ground
Her eyelids, promising never to open again
Her rose red lips, vowing never to utter
The honey sweet words she said to her prince
She was an angel, for sure.
She had a bright halo around her head
The sanguine halo of her own blood
Around those blonde curls soaked in the crimson tide.
Never to be caressed by her prince again
The treacherous lover, who never came.