GILDED TALES (WRITEATHON DAY1)

GILDED TALES

Magic, mystic and animals who can talk

Fairies, pixies, sprites and nymphs dancing on dainty barley stalks

Princesses drenching in glimmering starlight

Drinking nectar dewdrops in the shimmering moonlight

A fantasy or fable oh so surreal

Tales of utopia with Unicorns, Centaurs, Pegasi or even underwater as the mermaid Ariel

Princes and kings with stronghold castles and a flourishing kingdom

Blessed with good looks and an unwavering wisdom

Curses, hexes, adventures and sorcerers

Pirates, wizards, giants and all the shapeshifters

As Rapunzel, they locked you in a high tower

As Snow-white and Aurora they put you to sleep, like a delicate flower

Cinderella was the miserable waif

She needed a prince to keep her safe

A Knight in shining armor always comes to the rescue of a hapless damsel

But we forget that the evil witch was done away with by mere children Hansel and Gretel

You're already the crowned queen, don't wait for a king

Holding court, battle-axes you can powerfully swing

An entire sovereign province, an empire exists in your bones

Gilded crests adorn and embellish your throne

Dragons, Medusas and Goblins lie in wait; to be conquered

It's not all sunshine and rainbows, heroines brave the storms to be tethered

But an escape from the grind is what we all need

Wearing my rose tinted glasses, sometimes I devour fairytales like a small kid.

©️ Sangeetha Kamath

Pic Courtesy:Image by Hihi from Pixabay

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