just a short bit of prose didn't really know which catagorie to put it in, appreciate any reviews!
Catch me if you can, prince. Go to the foot of my window and wait the winter out, but be warned, I never promised a rope of golden hair, I never sold my son on a spinners secret. You say you love me, fine. I love you too, but it’s a dark emotion not the pure opalescent you imagine it too be. My love for you belongs deep in a tangled wood underneath a blood red cloak; my love for you was the root of Blue beards pain; the motive behind the beasts crimes.
In a way those have always been the stories I was drawn to, not princes and golden haired girls, but the gritty ones. The ones I could relate too, and echoed in me a deep understanding of the sin. You think you are a prince, brave and young. But in truth we all are the villains, the condemned and desperate. We write stories of angles, people without crime or sin, but that is all they are, stories, just as the words of god are defey us. They all stem from a deep denial of human nature, an inbuilt instinct to hide from ourselves. So, we are all the cowards running from the dark pool inside ourselves that we can never escape from. The worst crimes are all the ones wich we yearn for the most. I am not saying they are right, but you must remember this, I am not a princess, you are not a prince and this world, this dark twisted world was never a fairytale.
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