“I wanna hear a bedtime story”
“alright… Once upon upon a time…”
“Naw. I already heard that one.”
“I know, but it’s important…”
Once upon upon a time is where we find this
The epic story of King Ittus
Who gave a chest of diamonds to each of the finest
Knights who were loyal to his highness
And he gave them a request to take upon a quest
Out west into the dragon’s nest
To save the princess, whom everyone had guessed
Was kidnapped by that giant pest
The armor-clad knights were told to pack light
They made haste. To gain pace, they left that night
And so the four of them, with swords and horses fend
Can’t let the evil forces win
I know it seems cliché, but that’s the way it happened.
I know… cliché.
Princess Amedoricca, the Spanish jewel was more of a
Shining light that Ittus might use kind of like a court of law
To keep the people appeased.
He felt, that when she was there they knelt like they were weak in the knees.
It’s like he needs her to keep the people content
With the upper classes’ access to a heap-full of rent
But, ever since she went missing from that pageantry
Even simple everyday-folk have risen to anarchy.
I know it seems cliché, but that’s the way it happened.
I know… cliché.
The knights paid a local tribesman a handful of diamonds
To guide them through the wooded highlands
Into Allende’s country: dragon town.
Expecting to find Amedorrica gagged and bound
But first, they encountered many polite like peasants
Who offered to point the knights in the right directions
Toward Allende’s cave
They sped off impetuously, like brave men behave
They quickly arrived at the mountain’s gaping mouth
Entered from the west, while the dragon had been facing south
And without hesitating in the least
They surprise stabbed the heart of that magnificent beast
I know it seems cliché, but that’s the way it happened.
I know… cliché.
There came a thought piercing discordant cry from
The princess, who had come walking up behind them
Even though the monster was no longer breathing
The princess was still trying to stop the bleeding
She was inconsolable—I mean hysteric
The love she must have felt for Allende became apparent
And the knights, they didn’t know what to do
So they stabbed and killed the princess too (and the king was pleased)
… it seems cliché, but that’s the way it happened.
I know… cliché.
Once upon upon a time… on 9/11 1973. It seems cliché.
“I know only the good die young is a cliché”
“alright… Once upon upon a time…”
“Naw. I already heard that one.”
“I know, but it’s important…”
Once upon upon a time is where we find this
The epic story of King Ittus
Who gave a chest of diamonds to each of the finest
Knights who were loyal to his highness
And he gave them a request to take upon a quest
Out west into the dragon’s nest
To save the princess, whom everyone had guessed
Was kidnapped by that giant pest
The armor-clad knights were told to pack light
They made haste. To gain pace, they left that night
And so the four of them, with swords and horses fend
Can’t let the evil forces win
I know it seems cliché, but that’s the way it happened.
I know… cliché.
Princess Amedoricca, the Spanish jewel was more of a
Shining light that Ittus might use kind of like a court of law
To keep the people appeased.
He felt, that when she was there they knelt like they were weak in the knees.
It’s like he needs her to keep the people content
With the upper classes’ access to a heap-full of rent
But, ever since she went missing from that pageantry
Even simple everyday-folk have risen to anarchy.
I know it seems cliché, but that’s the way it happened.
I know… cliché.
The knights paid a local tribesman a handful of diamonds
To guide them through the wooded highlands
Into Allende’s country: dragon town.
Expecting to find Amedorrica gagged and bound
But first, they encountered many polite like peasants
Who offered to point the knights in the right directions
Toward Allende’s cave
They sped off impetuously, like brave men behave
They quickly arrived at the mountain’s gaping mouth
Entered from the west, while the dragon had been facing south
And without hesitating in the least
They surprise stabbed the heart of that magnificent beast
I know it seems cliché, but that’s the way it happened.
I know… cliché.
There came a thought piercing discordant cry from
The princess, who had come walking up behind them
Even though the monster was no longer breathing
The princess was still trying to stop the bleeding
She was inconsolable—I mean hysteric
The love she must have felt for Allende became apparent
And the knights, they didn’t know what to do
So they stabbed and killed the princess too (and the king was pleased)
… it seems cliché, but that’s the way it happened.
I know… cliché.
Once upon upon a time… on 9/11 1973. It seems cliché.
“I know only the good die young is a cliché”
inviata da Dq82 - 11/9/2018 - 09:34
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