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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