For many a year in a far away land,
a story was passed over lips and by hand,
of a beautiful princess, so lovely and fair
with bright sparkling eyes and long flowing hair.
This is not that story, for it is a bore
this is the tale of her sister, a whore.
A woman of night, too daring and bold
for her story to ever be properly told.
She was a princess as well, it is said,
but she tired of princes, they filled her with dread.
Propriety reigned in the life of this maid,
but she longed for adventure, her parents dismayed.
So one night she went wand'ring, alone in the streets,
when she came to a brothel
Author notes
A work in progress. I'm still playing with the concept and trying to figure out where to take it.
Comments
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very niice, I enjoyed the lines
This is not that story, for it is a bore
this is the tale of her sister, a whore.
it was bold and shocking in the best ways
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