How do they tell the tales of old,
That we have grown to love?
How do they start their stories out,
And get aid from above?
Many stories have started out,
With a warrior's cry.
Others begin with a whisper,
To warn taht one will die.
But I offer to those who hear,
An unusual tale.
No god, demon, or muse will own
Up to any detail.
The Fair Folk do not speak of it,
Mankind was never taught.
The animals cannot speak it.
The Devil can't be bought.
But she sought out to tell her tale,
Banned from life, though she was.
And she found a willing writer,
Who would take up her cause.
Now if you do not understand,
The world this story shows,
Worry not. Your comprehension
Goes up as your fear grows.
She was a princess at one time,
A title that was earned.
A class below Queen and Emp'ress,
As they made sure you learned.
Class was not a birthright to them,
They had earned them through might.
Only through bettering oneself,
Did one gain new class right.
All infants were treated the same,
Taken to first class lands.
Everyone starts at the same class,
Everyone understands.
Only those who sought better lives,
Were allowed to have them.
Education was something earned,
As ev'ry coin and gem.
The upper classes tormented,
For they had earned the right.
Ev'ry rise came with great struggle,
Ev'ry step was a fight.
The system developed hatred,
In all against others.
The pawns resented the High Kings,
Kings saw them as bothers.
If one sought to improve themselves,
Trials came from all 'round.
Lows hurt that you wanted to leave,
Highs trying to confound.
She struggled all her life to climb,
Unable to find peace.
She hated being looked down on,
Fellows never gave ease.
She saw others become docile,
And give up on their climbs.
She vowed that she would never stop,
O'er a thousand lifetimes.
She earned the title of Princess,
After several years.
She was given new influence,
In the cultural spheres.
She tried for sev'ral years
To earn a greater class.
But found she could never succeed,
For she didn't have the brass.
In order to become a Queen,
She would have to cause harm.
The Lows would have to fear her name,
And not swoon to her charm.
In all of her years of climbing,
She never hurt a soul.
Causing pain was not who she was,
It left a gaping hole.
When she failed to prove malicious,
She was thought a lost cause.
They cast her out of the high class,
And into the low's jaws.
The lows thought she was elitist
For trying to climb high.
She was not qualified for work,
And she had no ally.
She went back to childhood level,
To try to start again.
Ev'ryone teased and taunted her,
Immune to her clear pain.
Countless times the Princess did climb,
Only to fall once more.
They thought for sure she was insane,
Could she not see the score?
The Princess thought herself insane,
And could not find the cause.
Was she simply born defective,
Why did she fail the laws?
She was pondering this one day,
When she was asked for help.
A man wanted her opinion,
And wasn't good with self-help.
He did not laugh at or mock her,
And listened with earnest.
He did not care about her past,
Or that she was tarnished.
They began to talk for some time,
Liking the company.
The man got the Princess to laugh,
She did abundantly.
Their love quickly grew strong as steel,
The Princess felt at peace.
He had followed her path before,
And gave her life new lease.
He could have risen in the ranks,
But chose a simpler life.
He did not ask much of the world,
And it gave back li'l strife.
Her life could be whate'er she chose,
And he would support her.
Their love was not bound by classes,
Only by the other.
The Princess still felt her old drive,
To gain a higher class.
The Man gave her support and love,
With each test she did pass.
He was also there when she failed,
And gave her much comfort.
He was a solid foundation,
Forever her cohort.
She reached the high levels again,
And given the pain test.
But instead of granting suf'ring,
She made people feel blessed.
When the higher ups threatened her,
With expulsion again,
She burst forth with laughter at them,
That they could not contain.
She did not need their approval
Of her Princess title.
She had someone who made her feel
It was not that vital.
For with the man she loved she knew,
That she would always be,
A true Princess in heart and mind,
And it would be strings free.
She gave the title of Princess
New meaning in the lands.
For instead of brutality,
She gave out helping hands.
From all sides the enemies came,
But she could remain strong.
He would always be there for her,
And never treat her wrong.
He became her strong foundation,
Together unrestrained.
They did not care for social laws,
And thus much love was gained.
The classes hid away her tale
To keep the status quo.
Their power came from in-fighting,
With her this was not so.
The power of the Princess comes
From peace and harmony.
It had nothing to do with class,
Resources or money.
So please remember dear list'ner,
Pain only goes so far.
Love will carry you much further,
When you be who you are.
That we have grown to love?
How do they start their stories out,
And get aid from above?
Many stories have started out,
With a warrior's cry.
Others begin with a whisper,
To warn taht one will die.
But I offer to those who hear,
An unusual tale.
No god, demon, or muse will own
Up to any detail.
The Fair Folk do not speak of it,
Mankind was never taught.
The animals cannot speak it.
The Devil can't be bought.
But she sought out to tell her tale,
Banned from life, though she was.
And she found a willing writer,
Who would take up her cause.
Now if you do not understand,
The world this story shows,
Worry not. Your comprehension
Goes up as your fear grows.
She was a princess at one time,
A title that was earned.
A class below Queen and Emp'ress,
As they made sure you learned.
Class was not a birthright to them,
They had earned them through might.
Only through bettering oneself,
Did one gain new class right.
All infants were treated the same,
Taken to first class lands.
Everyone starts at the same class,
Everyone understands.
Only those who sought better lives,
Were allowed to have them.
Education was something earned,
As ev'ry coin and gem.
The upper classes tormented,
For they had earned the right.
Ev'ry rise came with great struggle,
Ev'ry step was a fight.
The system developed hatred,
In all against others.
The pawns resented the High Kings,
Kings saw them as bothers.
If one sought to improve themselves,
Trials came from all 'round.
Lows hurt that you wanted to leave,
Highs trying to confound.
She struggled all her life to climb,
Unable to find peace.
She hated being looked down on,
Fellows never gave ease.
She saw others become docile,
And give up on their climbs.
She vowed that she would never stop,
O'er a thousand lifetimes.
She earned the title of Princess,
After several years.
She was given new influence,
In the cultural spheres.
She tried for sev'ral years
To earn a greater class.
But found she could never succeed,
For she didn't have the brass.
In order to become a Queen,
She would have to cause harm.
The Lows would have to fear her name,
And not swoon to her charm.
In all of her years of climbing,
She never hurt a soul.
Causing pain was not who she was,
It left a gaping hole.
When she failed to prove malicious,
She was thought a lost cause.
They cast her out of the high class,
And into the low's jaws.
The lows thought she was elitist
For trying to climb high.
She was not qualified for work,
And she had no ally.
She went back to childhood level,
To try to start again.
Ev'ryone teased and taunted her,
Immune to her clear pain.
Countless times the Princess did climb,
Only to fall once more.
They thought for sure she was insane,
Could she not see the score?
The Princess thought herself insane,
And could not find the cause.
Was she simply born defective,
Why did she fail the laws?
She was pondering this one day,
When she was asked for help.
A man wanted her opinion,
And wasn't good with self-help.
He did not laugh at or mock her,
And listened with earnest.
He did not care about her past,
Or that she was tarnished.
They began to talk for some time,
Liking the company.
The man got the Princess to laugh,
She did abundantly.
Their love quickly grew strong as steel,
The Princess felt at peace.
He had followed her path before,
And gave her life new lease.
He could have risen in the ranks,
But chose a simpler life.
He did not ask much of the world,
And it gave back li'l strife.
Her life could be whate'er she chose,
And he would support her.
Their love was not bound by classes,
Only by the other.
The Princess still felt her old drive,
To gain a higher class.
The Man gave her support and love,
With each test she did pass.
He was also there when she failed,
And gave her much comfort.
He was a solid foundation,
Forever her cohort.
She reached the high levels again,
And given the pain test.
But instead of granting suf'ring,
She made people feel blessed.
When the higher ups threatened her,
With expulsion again,
She burst forth with laughter at them,
That they could not contain.
She did not need their approval
Of her Princess title.
She had someone who made her feel
It was not that vital.
For with the man she loved she knew,
That she would always be,
A true Princess in heart and mind,
And it would be strings free.
She gave the title of Princess
New meaning in the lands.
For instead of brutality,
She gave out helping hands.
From all sides the enemies came,
But she could remain strong.
He would always be there for her,
And never treat her wrong.
He became her strong foundation,
Together unrestrained.
They did not care for social laws,
And thus much love was gained.
The classes hid away her tale
To keep the status quo.
Their power came from in-fighting,
With her this was not so.
The power of the Princess comes
From peace and harmony.
It had nothing to do with class,
Resources or money.
So please remember dear list'ner,
Pain only goes so far.
Love will carry you much further,
When you be who you are.
