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The Young Princess

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She calls herself the Young Princess,

She who can nothing be denied

For, to the world, she is the heiress

And what happens is hers to decide.

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You will suffer the curse

Of the dark demon race,

And know nothing comes worse,

Twisted and wicked, than

Those fallen from that place.

Man, beware for your clan

For, the wrath you incur,

Tragedies that occur,

All alone you shall face,

Not even the gods’ grace

Can help in this trial,

This, humans, is your cross

To bare, and yours alone.

Pandora’s glass vial

Has broken, it’s your loss.

Time for you to atone

The crime of your people

In the tower purple.

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He walks through fields of grass,

Tall, with a steady step,

As the sun shines above,

He is calm and handsome

In his war uniform,

I find it difficult

To keep my gaze away,

Most of all when sometimes

He turns to look at me

With honey colored orbs,

It seems he is looking

Into my soul of souls…

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With every card or call,

In the eyes of them all,

He was the strongest man,

One who could not be beat,

Not even by a cheat,

Always a perfect hand.

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Just another take, another version of The Gambler that I had in mind when writing the poem. Whichever you prefer, enjoy!

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And in the eyes of all,

Whatever card or call,

He was the strongest man

One who could not be beat,

Not even if one’d cheat,

For he’d the perfect hand.

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One moment is all it takes,

An instant, a few mistakes,

And you drop down to your knees,

Slave to your own miseries…

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All it takes is one moment,

In just a single instant,

You can turn it around,

Lift yourself off the ground!

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Whether sorry or so great,

No matter really the state,

The path is never that straight,

Such is the power of fate.

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Outside the night is dark

And I am sitting here

Pondering my life stark,

Wondering if a mere

Human like me will spark,

If it will get better.

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