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Here is a poem of mine. Criticism is allowed… so that I can make it better. It is a little odd and weird, but I wanted to have it that way. It’s almost like a little story, but put in a poem. But anyway, here it goes; Princess Opal:

 

Once in the lands of Vellanarge

In the deep sands containing rubies so large,

Came a pale stranger to little Princess Opal, who said,

“Would you be so kind to give me a bed?”

But the young princess, stiff with anger,

Shrugged him off, and that was how she handled her anger!

Then came along a golden deer, who nuzzled her castle wall and said,

“Will you let me in, for I have no magical mushrooms so red?”

But Princess Opal, all the same, shrugged the creature off.

“Beings these days, they never go off.”

And after her complaint, just then,

Came a fiery hen,

Who said, “Will you let me in?”

But Princess Opal did anything but let her in.

Icy snakes, treasury beings, deceitful beggars, plant monsters, rainbow foxes,

She did not let in, and instead threw upon them metal, boiling boxes.

“Go away! Leave me alone!” she cried.

“It was just yesterday that black wolves resulted in the many who died!”

Then came another, not a delicate peacock or a monstrous lion,

But a pure white unicorn, from the Rock of Xion.

Tears spattered Princess Opal’s pale face.

Pushing back a couple strands of ginger hair, she then made an excited pace.

He had come. Her dream. The unicorn.

Her green eyes filled with wonder at the creature’s sparkling horn.

She had done her job well,

Not letting any others in as well.

For her unicorn had returned.

And not a single wrong creature that plagued her had had her face turned.

 

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