Never Say Never

Candles burn brightly in the still of the night,

Shadows dance in the flickering light,

As a storyteller begins a tale grown old,

A tale of a princess, a beauty to behold.

A princess trapped by the curse of an evil queen,

A curse the likes of which are rarely seen,

To wander this land alone and to wander so sad,

Her heart a thousand pieces, her mind quite mad.

But a tale such as this without a boy you'll not find,

A boy so gentle, a boy so kind.

Not an if or a maybe he's fallen for her,

His heart rules his head, wanton emotions do stir.

And sometimes he wishes he didn't love at all,

And sometimes he wishes in love with him she would just fall, 

And life can be crazy, but she doesn't confess,

And so the story remains just a tangled up mess.

And the world is round and however far she should run,

Soon she will be back where it all came undone,

And there he will be, the boy will await,

Leaving his happiness to the gods of fate.

Our tale is almost over, the story told,

Our princess not realising the power she doth hold,

To take a chance on love and the curse to break,

A leap of faith might be all it will take.

As the candles burn low, our story comes to an end,

Hearts that are broken can so easily mend,

Love can conquer, it can last forever,

The princess and the boy together? Never say never!

A Tale To Be Told

Whilst you are stuck inside and feeling unwell,

I've written something for you, a tale to tell...

 

In days of old when knights were, well knights, and ladies too bold.

A time of fairytale castles and dragons, of silver and gold.

 

A time for storytellers from far and from near,

To weave their magic with stories for all to hear.

 

But tis not that type of tale of all and gentry, 

tis simply a tale of love and of love a plenty.

 

A tale of a boy and the girl that has captured his heart,

At times so close, at others it seems a world apart.

 

She is his very own princess, for her he'd do anything, 

For this girl of all girls is the one who makes his heart sing.

 

For her he knows he would fight,

The meanest dragon, the bravest knight.

 

And he lives to make her smile, but why oh why?

Does he do such dumb things and make her cry.

 

And he tries too hard and we can all see, 

Sometimes it would be better to just let her be.

 

And at times it leaves them both all in a vex,

When they should just get on with having... ahem!

 

well that’s quite enough of that! But one last thing to say,

Before this tale is finished this winters day. 

 

He's a boy who sees himself as nothing more than a frog,

But buried inside is a prince waiting to be let out with just a snog!

 

And this tale is told, and maybe this teller has been sneaky,

To tell such a tale, but then this teller is just a little bit cheeky!!