Poem By Andrew Lockley
Your princess worthless on the sand
Dreams of charming to her hand,
To slate the dragon on her path
Slender silver and of wrath.
Her lonely heart and wonder mind
On the spit of sand shes confined,
No wealth or castle to deny
But an empty world alone to cry.
These lost tears fall on rainy days
Princess worthless in her gaze,
A prince of silver and dragon slays
The perfect prince but nervous says.
'The castle it wilts without a rose
Would you be the heart to which it grows'.