by PipinNantwich, Cheshire, England, UK
May 2013 400 Views 7 comments
The Change
There he stood across the room
in a corner on his own
Amongst all others at an event
he did not need to pretend
A Virgin Adonis in his own right
So youthful and like the northern light'
He walked across the room with ease
Like a midnight summers breeze
Suddenly he stopped right in front of me
Whispering into my ear - just forget thee
He swept me of my feet all night long
and let me forget the kings' wrong
At dawn the Prince replaced the impersonating King
completing me with a new meaning.
Le roi est mort, vive le roi!
The king is dead, Long live the King!
in a corner on his own
Amongst all others at an event
he did not need to pretend
A Virgin Adonis in his own right
So youthful and like the northern light'
He walked across the room with ease
Like a midnight summers breeze
Suddenly he stopped right in front of me
Whispering into my ear - just forget thee
He swept me of my feet all night long
and let me forget the kings' wrong
At dawn the Prince replaced the impersonating King
completing me with a new meaning.
Le roi est mort, vive le roi!
The king is dead, Long live the King!
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Posted: May 2013
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Comments (7)
He swept me of my feet all night long
and let me forget the kings' wrong
Very nicely written
This is top heavy with allegories: I guess once our old car is clapped out we buy a new one, I suppose people are no less expendable...
Regards
Bill
I wrote this merely about someone I found out to be an impersonater and He had to be replaced by a true being in the end.
Personally, I would never replace any human being only because they are gone beyond their looks, etc as the heart and feelings never change within them.