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Fool of Purity


 

A swan’s purity for his mother's health

That is what the man had asked for

But not any swan

The swan of the lake far beyond the Prince's terrain

In a land where reality no longer functions the same

Where everything and anything can fool you

Make you go insane

 

That is where the swan lives

Where it’s been for awhile

 

Seeing it now

He couldn’t seem to aim

He was distracted

As if a spell was cast upon him

 

More delicate than raindrops falling

Or of the fireflies softly twinkling

When she appeared its as if the whole symphony had stopped to watch

To watch as a swan gracefully lands at the center of its lake

 

There was no swan, not anymore

For in its place was just a girl

A girl that held the key to saving his mother

 

Once the glittering glamour fluttered away

He pulled out an arrow and aimed

 

But she turned

When he peered into her eyes he saw life

But more than anything else

What the man had asked for

Purity

 

He let go…of the string

 

                                     He missed

That was his biggest mistake

For when he got to her she let him fall

Fall through the water he never knew he stood upon just a second ago

 

The Prince glanced one last time 

Through the ripples of the lake 

To see her smile and disappear without a trace

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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