The queen of books

A short fairytale about a girl who loves books and dreams of her prince

This is the story of the queen of books, she had enrichening thoughts.

She wore a bracelet of memories, but the stories she forgot.

In her castle she lived, with her mom and her dad.

And her brother too, pesky at times that has to be said.

Happily she lived, or so it is told.

Yet for the queen of books, not all is unfold.

 

Sometimes at dinner, irritations would come by.

The men wanted to fight, while the women wanted to cry.

'You are useless!' He said, to his not so useless son.

The boy echoed the words, and so the fight had begun.

They did not hate each other, they just had different minds.

And although that could work, fighting feels more natural to humankind.

 

And for the queen of books? She just wanted to flee.

Up with her stories, where she could be free.

she felt insecure and lonely, you could see it in her look.

And so she sometimes fled, off to her books.

No irritations and frustrations, nothing to keep her in chains.

Where she could live without tears, 

and fly without pain.

 

And so the queen of books fled, up to her room.

She climbed the stairs, and nearly touched the moon.

And there she was, lying in bed.

She should be downstairs, but she's reading instead.

 

She let the pages decide, where she needed to go.

The ink worked its magic, and an image began to show.

The words began to  paint, and the pallet is her soul.

The story took her in, and the painting became one whole.

And the queen of books dreamt, about her prince on his horse.

He would be nice and sweet, and handsome of course.

He would fight his way through, the darkness of her mind. 

He would kiss her softly, while their arms would be entwined.

In the garden of love, she would be his rose.

she always bloomed fully, never did she froze.

 

But while the queen of books was reading, the doorbell loudly rang.

she awoke from her slumber, got up and closed the door with a bang.

 

She quickly ran down, and mumbly she said,

'Who dares to disturb me? I'm going to be mad!'

 

But as she opened the door, she came back on those words.

She gazed outside, and the view was quite absurd.

There was her prince, with a very pure voice.

The only thing was, he came on a white tortoise!

That's why it took him so long, she silently thought. 

And while he is not like my books, he is all I ever sought.

 

And yes he was not special, handsome or great.

He barely had bravery, and was often afraid.

But of all the other persons, it was he who always cared.

It was him who always noticed, when she was not there. 

 

And so the ordinary guy, became the prince to the queen.

and a smile escaped, the one she had never even seen.

She always had to fight, so often in her life.

And it took her some time, but now she's more than all right.

 

 

 

And so the queen of books, became happy at last.

Writing a hopeful future, while forgetting a distant past.

Author's Note

this is my first time I write something in this genre, just wanting to try it out so tips, reviews and that kind of stuf are more than helpfull:)

Reviews

[The Iron Horseman]

An interesting idea and quite well done. A suggestion
'never did she froze' would be better as 'she never froze'. An impressive first attempt; keep up the good work.

[Airtightparadox]

Thanks so much for the tip and feedback!

[The Iron Horseman]

You're welcome.