The Young Poet






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A short story that somehow reminds me of Grimm's Fairytales. Hope you enjoy! 💜

The Young Poet

There once was a boy, the fairest of fair

There once was a boy, the fairest of fair The sweetest that could ever be created

There once was a boy, the fairest of fair The sweetest that could ever be created His heart was weighed down with gold

There once was a boy, the fairest of fair The sweetest that could ever be created His heart was weighed down with gold But never was his being of mind elated

He lived with mother and father

He lived with mother and father Although lies were poured over what they told

He lived with mother and father Although lies were poured over what they told Rules were the meaning of his existence

He lived with mother and father Although lies were poured over what they told Rules were the meaning of his existence If not followed his parents would scold

A life gifted without the hassle of children

A life gifted without the hassle of children Was all the parents truly wanted

A life gifted without the hassle of children Was all the parents truly wanted But of course the future granted the opposite

A life gifted without the hassle of children Was all the parents truly wanted But of course the future granted the opposite So a little boy came and haunted

There hopes written in a book full of ink

There hopes written in a book full of ink Were let down because of their one mistake

There hopes written in a book full of ink Were let down because of their one mistake But still unbelievably they plotted

There hopes written in a book full of ink Were let down because of their one mistake But still unbelievably they plotted To give him the cruelest heart break

Discussing this over toast and stew

Discussing this over toast and stew As if the boy was just a nonexistent ghost

Discussing this over toast and stew As if the boy was just a nonexistent ghost Planning there sons brutal slaughter

Discussing this over toast and stew As if the boy was just a nonexistent ghost Planning there sons brutal slaughter Over scrumptious buttered toast

How horrified our main character was

How horrified our main character was When he heard of how his life shall parish

How horrified our main character was When he heard of how his life shall parish And that's when suddenly things

How horrified our main character was When he heard of how his life shall parish And that's when suddenly things Became all the more nightmarish

"The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow stronger." -W.B. Yeats

created by: Raeth

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