Once a long time ago
As early as the foremost episodes of a blemished history
As ancient as the fragile outlines of feeble scriptures
There lived a princess
They called her the harem princess
Her blood wasn't exactly blue
Her father belonged from the ruins of a fallen kingdom
Her mother was brought up by peasants
No one knew where she came from
The king was growing older and paler
No queen no heir
It was about time the kingdom had perished, almost
One spoilt afternoon
The king was out to hunt
With what had remained of an erased royalty
And there stood at a distance
A pastel framework
She was yet to become a woman
The overcast skin
The undone hair
The naive eyes
The ill-fed veins
They bled red
She was a commoner
The king couldn't resist the lingering thirst of a bygone youth and the promise of a probable heir
The marriage was a commonplace wedding
For what can the fallen afford of grandeur
The king and her new found queen walked into the setting sun and the bronze skies
The next spring
The queen bore fruit
The queen smiled from ear to ear
The king's smile was scattered broken
The heir wasn't an heir
They called her the peasant queen
And her, the harem princess
A father's kingdom flourished as a king's kingdom crumbled into flimsy bits of rubble
Fourteen summers later
A ravishing prince on a chestnut brown horse
From a far-off land of risen suns
Sought her hand
She was the untamed stumble of a wildling
He was the drowning intrigue of a lupine
It was an even of the odds
The gods cried at the sight of a catastrophe
The harem princess had found the man of her dreams
The prince had leashed the wild of his dreams
And they lived happily ever after
In the cramped corners of their hollow dreams but
The prince went to war alongside the king
And returned the king
The kingdom welcomed the rise of a fledgling to the teary-eyed farewell of a bloody ancient
But, the harem princess
Where was she
The queen of this day
Where was she
They found her at the harem
Her bare skin entangled in the stinking nudity of lesser men and women
Slaves, prisoners, harlots
She had had them all
The council of the elderly declared her a sinner
She stood there cold
Her eyes bloodshot in the rage of lust
Her soiled clothing crimsoned in the blood of her devour
She was stained
The desire to seek love in the lust of a hundred mortals was a disease
The skull of the skies cracked open
The heavens bled all the way to hell
The demons wreaked havoc
The king erupted into a bloodless volcano of flesh and bones
The totality of yet another kingdom dissolved in the lengths of an azure bloodline
She stood there cold
The harem princess
As early as the foremost episodes of a blemished history
As ancient as the fragile outlines of feeble scriptures
There lived a princess
They called her the harem princess
Her blood wasn't exactly blue
Her father belonged from the ruins of a fallen kingdom
Her mother was brought up by peasants
No one knew where she came from
The king was growing older and paler
No queen no heir
It was about time the kingdom had perished, almost
One spoilt afternoon
The king was out to hunt
With what had remained of an erased royalty
And there stood at a distance
A pastel framework
She was yet to become a woman
The overcast skin
The undone hair
The naive eyes
The ill-fed veins
They bled red
She was a commoner
The king couldn't resist the lingering thirst of a bygone youth and the promise of a probable heir
The marriage was a commonplace wedding
For what can the fallen afford of grandeur
The king and her new found queen walked into the setting sun and the bronze skies
The next spring
The queen bore fruit
The queen smiled from ear to ear
The king's smile was scattered broken
The heir wasn't an heir
They called her the peasant queen
And her, the harem princess
A father's kingdom flourished as a king's kingdom crumbled into flimsy bits of rubble
Fourteen summers later
A ravishing prince on a chestnut brown horse
From a far-off land of risen suns
Sought her hand
She was the untamed stumble of a wildling
He was the drowning intrigue of a lupine
It was an even of the odds
The gods cried at the sight of a catastrophe
The harem princess had found the man of her dreams
The prince had leashed the wild of his dreams
And they lived happily ever after
In the cramped corners of their hollow dreams but
The prince went to war alongside the king
And returned the king
The kingdom welcomed the rise of a fledgling to the teary-eyed farewell of a bloody ancient
But, the harem princess
Where was she
The queen of this day
Where was she
They found her at the harem
Her bare skin entangled in the stinking nudity of lesser men and women
Slaves, prisoners, harlots
She had had them all
The council of the elderly declared her a sinner
She stood there cold
Her eyes bloodshot in the rage of lust
Her soiled clothing crimsoned in the blood of her devour
She was stained
The desire to seek love in the lust of a hundred mortals was a disease
The skull of the skies cracked open
The heavens bled all the way to hell
The demons wreaked havoc
The king erupted into a bloodless volcano of flesh and bones
The totality of yet another kingdom dissolved in the lengths of an azure bloodline
She stood there cold
The harem princess
