An Unlikely Pilgrim
My own special twist on the Canterbury Tales
From the Princess’s Prologue
Alone in her travels throughout the night
Was a lass whose skin so pure and light
Born of royal blood when snow lay fresh
Same day her father been laid to rest
Untouched by sin and blessed to be holy
And only to do what she is told solely
But a secret to tell about this young lass
Is her well fitted armor carved out of brass
Still dainty and small is the snowy white girl,
Not so quick to chase after diamonds and pearls
But stumbles so easily over handsome men,
Maybe not if her heart so weak had been
She had curly brown locks, and midnight blue eyes,
That seemed to twinkle like the night skies
Such a soft rosy color upon her cheeks
And with a soft dainty voice she does so gracefully speak
The graceful young girl arranged to be wed
Yet the feisty princess preferred to wage war instead
And her future husband was handsome for sure
Maybe enough for her weakened heart to be cured
The feisty dear girl is of just fifteen years
And if any poor soul even tries to get near
The lass’s pure and holy virtue
Trust me she won’t hesitate to hurt you.
From the Princess’s Tale
“Now,” spoke the girl, with a heart filled chime
“Is a story I learned, that was not so far from our time.”
“Oh, well now” spoke the Knight, “speak up, continue.”
“If you do so we will listen, my lady, this I assure you.”
She smiled so slightly back up at the knight
And her eyes shimmered like stars so bright
“Thank you, dear knight, so now indeed I shall tell,”
“The story I’ve learned and know so well.”
In a palace not so far away,
Was a princess who vowed to always stay
Within the grounds of her grand safe home
Making the fragile girl feel rather alone
The girl of snowy white complexion
Always had to resist her adventurous temptation
As she peered through the gate and watched others have fun
While she sat by herself and of course had none
Though she had everything, there was one thing that she lacked
Was a friendship or someone to have at her back
And so the girl asked her mother “How does one make friends?”
And the mother so thin and dainty said, “well, the amount of gold you have all depends.”
“Gold….” The blonde lass thought
“If it's gold they want, that’s gold I’ve got!”
So she, the fragile blonde lass, ran quick to her father
And so shyly she asked, “May I please have some gold, and I promise to no longer bother.”
The majestic king chuckled and smiled
And replied to her “But of course, my dear child”
So the girl took her gold and ran to the gate
And sat there hoping that upon her side would lay fate
Until the moment she saw a poor young man
And said to him “please, come here if you can.”
So he walked on over, his cheeks of bright red
When she held out the money and asked, “Be my friend?”
The boy’s eyes widen at the sight of the gold
And quickly he thought “That’s enough to live off of until I grow old!”
With a fake friendly smile he nodded and sat
Soon he and the girl both began to chat
The night of the same when the boy lay in bed
He thought so mischievously in his head
“If I do stay her friend quite long enough,”
“I’ll have enough money and more to buy all of my stuff!”
So for months and then years his plan did go through
Until one day the girl had no gold, and this is true
And when she told him of the shortage she had
All he did was stand before her and laugh
Puzzled she asked him “friend, what is so funny?”
And he chuckled some more as he said “You, not having money!”
“Surely it’s not true, you are of royalty!”
And the girl frowned and then said “It’s been put towards the war, please, dear friend, you have to believe me.”
He stopped laughing and let out a sigh
“I am not really your friend, this whole time I have lied.”
The girl felt so hurt, she knew not what to do
So softly and hesitantly she spoke, “You lied to me…did you?”
He nodded so slightly, and then walked away
And the girl alone again in every way
Had learned a lesson about true friendship
That nothing in the world could ever buy it.
“A great story indeed,” said the knight right on his steed,
“A lesson learned, and one we all truly need.”
And the blue eyed lass smiled and said,
“I’d rather be rich in friendship and poor in wealth, in the end”
~END~
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