"Crown on the Ground"
Once upon a time,
In a war-torn land,
There lived a soldier,
Who built castles in the sand.
She molded it up,
With her hands bare,
For she knew no one else
Would be willing to care.
With a gun and a fist,
She played on her role,
And without much of a flinch,
She watched her people's head roll.
A smile graced her lips,
As content was made apparent.
But then a sly truth dips,
Her contempt was different.
The curtains were unveiling,
The stage was revealing,
Masked face were smiling,
And in a tune, they were dancing.
Suddenly they stopped,
Some were left stunned,
Eyes were all shocked,
As the princess laid shot.
The culprit was quickly found,
His hands were easily bound.
But her knight dared not make a sound,
She told him so, he ought to be proud.
One last glance,
Became his last chance,
And also taking her stance,
She caught him in a trance.
(Poem Version of 'Once Upon A War'.)
