Wedding Bedtime Story

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: March 22, 2010

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Submitted: March 22, 2010

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The Wedding Bedtime story
 
“I felt his hand as it slipped
Lower on my bare back.
It was not in sex
 That I had dipped,
But lower in the danger pack.
 
“My dress was ripped and torn.
My arms bore cuts of battle.
Like constant reminders,
 Now they were worn,
As he held me on the horse’s saddle.
 
“It was my power that caused the fight,
The power I didn’t want.
But when you’re the Queen,
It is every night,
You have to try to resist the taunt.
 
“When they came,
They came in numbers,
I was angry and scared,
And of course also to blame,
And I fled to the forest’s lumbers.
 
“They found me there in the trees.
There hadn’t been much cover.
So when they struck to kill,
Well, I’d been stuck to my knees,
But soon saved by my lover.
 
“When I needed rescuing,
He healed my many blights.
And soon he pulled me close,
 Pulling out a ring,
Shining in the lights.
 
“He asked me for my hand.
And soon we were wed.”
My daughter reached for my fingers,
And I showed her my band.
I kissed her good-night, “Now, go to bed.”


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