Prince Poet

Life is not a fairy tale

Where fairies and talking animals exists, and red devils with forks and long tails

No prince charming coming to save the world

All words from old men and dreamers all crazy and bored

Drawing burning castles and fire breathing dragons

To scare children into the waiting arms of old priests and virgin nuns

Drawn to illusion, you can call it an obsession

But it is what it is, my own real chance at self-redemption

To face my demons squarely, face to face

And not hide behind the dreams of an orchestrated make belief race

In the twilight of my fate, under the full glare of the full moon

I’m going to be outside facing the stars, not inside tucked in my bedroom

There isn’t going to be a howl, no wolves cries to spell doom

Or some funny looking witches with long hats, flying high riding long brooms

This isn’t a bed time story.
Neither will it end with guts and glory

I am my own prince, but I’m not that charming

I don’t own a horse or even a sword, but I’m damn good at running

Never once into danger, you know what looks good at the other side, the view

So I stay back and let my companions do the hard work, yes we are a crew

Success comes at a cost, I have paid my debt, not with my life

I’m still useful; no bounty could ever afford my price

To best me, you would perform a very potent ritual

But who cares about that, life itself is Artificially Intelligent and virtual

I don’t believe in luck, my successes isn’t the work of voodoo

When life bends you over a thousand different ways, success is what you must do

Life is not a fairy tale, tis poetry

I wasn’t born a King; I wrote my way to the throne, tis wasn’t hereditary

I might not be Shakespeare but I bet you, I will make history

One verse at a time till my poetry gains recognition and victory