A Fairy-Tale

Once upon a time, in a land far-far away, the year seventeen eighteen
There lived a generous king with his beautiful queen
Far from happy, they were in great misery
Magic potions, spells and all kinds of devilry
They tried it all… to grow their fold
But the castle remained empty and cold
No sing song voices, no childish note
No little angel on whom to dote
The years passed by, they grew older
And the castle just got colder and colder

The good queen pleaded with her lord, to take another wife
A young lass to serve him, and birth a new life
A pretty little girl or a bonny lad
An heir to the fortune that they had
At last the good king did consent
The delighted queen searched for a young maid to ascend
A maid beautiful, clever, young and loyal
From whose womb would emerge a royal
She looked for bright eyes, a handsome figure, a rosy cheek
Fair hair, rounded arms… the very best breed
For should not the child be blessed beyond all dreams
Fortune, fame, blue blood and the very best genes
At last such a maid was found, not a moment was there to waste
Everything was prepared, the queen made great haste
And soon a blushing young bride was brought to the palace
By the king’s bedside she took her place

But Alas! Who can change what destiny had contrived
No news of the expected new soul arrived
The king grew dismal, their hopes grew dim
As it became clear that the fault lay with him
But then suddenly, lo and behold!
As it is custom for such events to unfold
When morale hit rock bottom, every hope was fleeing
The young lass complained of a “funny feeling”
News came of the Joy that grew in the inner courts
The mother-to-be was provided with all comforts
She was treated like queen to the great chagrin of the Queen
Who felt cheated out of her position, of adoration and of celebration
The palace was humming to some foreign tunes
She was anxiously waiting for that day to come soon
And that day did come, to everyone’s relief
When the light of the sun first illuminated the noble babe in her arms
The people of the land rejoiced. Their future now secured
His future tied up to the fate of their world
Cocooned in love, he was given all skills to succeed
Especially the ones he didn’t inherit by his half- common birth
To be noble and wise, courageous and kind

But the poor lass didn’t see it coming
Accustomed to comforts, importance and love
Once adored, she was now sent away to be forgotten
For sure, she was provided all comfort and style
A life of ease and plenty social discourse
But her foolish little heart now wanted more
Separated from the child, the heir to the throne
She was left alone in an empty home
No concerned voices, no fond caresses
Whiling her time, dreaming of that other Real
… And thus ends this tale, like most fairy-tales do
With memories of the golden time past
With reminiscence of grandness and pomp
With a haunting sense of self- delusion
Under the happy ending for all
A sad tale of a foolish person’s loss