frog prince
Fate is a mystery.
It controls history,
It's made whole nations kin,
Prevented and caused sin,
And yet it is unseen.
Fate uses anything
And everything
To achieve it's purpose
Regardless of trespass
On a person’s planned life.
Thus, fate rudely invades
The life of a proud prince.
It introduces king
And enchanter who brings
A cure for the prince’s pride.
The monarch had long searched
For a way to besmirch
His one and only heir;
As a person was rare
Who had faith in the prince.
The problem’s solution
Was a sorcerer’s spell.
The king informed the mage
A gold ball was the wage
If he could change the prince.
The sorcerer agreed.
A potion was received
That was emerald green.
The spell was slipped unseen
Into the royal meal.
The image disappeared
And the queen’s bed prepared
Thrice materialized.
Soon, the frog prince realized
That three nights must be spent
On the queen’s bed to stop
The cursed prince of hops.
The prince pleaded to the queen
But she refused to clean
Her bed for the frog prince.
The frog prince once prideful
Was now pitiful.
The sorcerer’s potion
Was not a cursed motion.
It achieved it's purpose:
the frog prince was cured.
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