The Princess And The Sorcerer

By Father John R. Green

Copyright © by John R. Green
Shown with his blessing
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Once a palace servant rare,
To dance with Princess did he dare.
Driven by King from palace ground,
A treasure of magic, soon he found.

King's palace, a frightful place,
Royal servants flee with haste;
From temper of Monarch cruel,
Who flails all under his rule.

Cook's pies praised by Queen,
Never delights haughty King.
His bedroom arrange oh so right,
Before scared maiden takes her flight.

Attired in most attractive clothes,
He whacks tailor's stubby nose.
While riding smoothly over coarse,
He lashes gentle and noble horse.

But when he stumbles over chair,
He cannot thrust his anger there;
For palace wood breathes no air,
Nor for King's hurt, does it care.

So when displeased by desk or table,
To give them pain, he is unable;
Which makes him miserable indeed,
Because furniture he cannot bleed.

To a Sorcerer on Hopscotch Mountain,
King rides by the laughing fountain;
Hoping by some evil trick,
Wood will be made to feel his kick.

But little does the Monarch know,
That Sorcerer is his deadly foe;
For he was the servant rare,
Who to dance with Princess did he dare.

Wearing a mask made with lace,
King does not recognize his face.
Sorcerer brings the wood to life,
So furniture will feel King's biting knife.

Then Monarch brings pain to chair,
While screams of broom fill the air;
Then Princess and weeping servants agree,
That King from Palace must be made to flee.

Sorcerer breathes power into furnitures life,
Causing King to retreat in strife;
To the Valley Vor where he is King,
Over mosquitos who torture him with their sting.

While Princess and Sorcerer, now man and wife,
Reign over Kingdom throughout their life.