Tuesday, 13 January 2015



XXLove letters

 

 

 

When we were dramatis personae You and I,

 

The Prince lost his charm,

He is the king,

She is the queen missing her soot-covered apron,

Godmother enters the palace,

The page boy carries the fairy’s train,

Godmother loves hiring underage servants,

 

GODMOTHER The King didn’t come home last night,

It happened again,

Tell me the truth, Cinderella.

CINDERELLA My dear auntie, it’s not what you think,

The King has come home at dawn,

The King cares for his faithful subjects,

The King makes the well-being of his kingdom,

 

GODMOTHER Since the old King took off his crown,

The kingdom has changed a lot,

CINDERELLA My dear auntie, I know,

The Prince stopped being Prince Charming,  

He is the King now,

I am the Queen,

And what?

 

An orphan tear rolls down the queen’s cheek,

Her hands fumble the dress,

Cinderella remembers her worn and dirty clothes,

And how happy she was,

 

GODMOTHER My dear goddaughter,

I don’t interfere in your married life,

I hate the fact that you suffer,

I’m upset by the tearful sight,

 

I would punish the King if it wasn’t for subjects,

Every kingdom must have the King,

Even if he does nothing,

Even if he sleeps in somebody’s bed,

He’s just a weak human being,

 

CINDERELLA After the death of the mighty magician,

The King doesn’t travel to the magic land,

He wanders and wanders around,

He is homesick and dangerously sad,

 

The King dyes his facial hair,

A dragon should not see that the King has grown old,

When he sleeps, he shouts ‘Your time is up! F..off!’

 

The King looks for fictitious dragons,

He wants to fight and win,

He refuses to see the dragons that threaten his subjects and my love for him,

 

The King wants to meet a girl, who is sweet, kind and very humble,

I’m not the same,

I’m not the girl I used to be,

I have to rule the kingdom,

I swear like a trooper,

I love him,

He doesn’t see,

 

I feel sorry for him,

He is so unhappy,

Help him, godmother, please,

I’m tired of mending rips in frills of his shirt and his body,

He roams the woods like a wolf,

His reason is six feet deep.

 

 

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