Magic Window

There once was a prince,

From a far away land,

With a magical window

That he held in his hand.

The prince lived alone

Way up in a tower.

For years the small window

Held all of his power.

It showed him the past,

The present, and future.

But one day it broke

And he needed a suture.

It shattered to bits

Small, sharp, and unstable.

So he layed out the parts

Right there on a table.

He tries to unpuzzle

Those jagged edged pieces

But with each new placement

His life blood decreases.

It stains the glass

And soils the image.

Desperate he begins

To search the vicinage.

He needed adhesive

To hold them in place.

But with every step

Life drained from his face.

His wounds were deep and he began to sway

With every step that he took that day.

But who would have guessed,

By the end of the night,

The prince had some help

From a man at twilight.

The man looked at the wounds

And he dressed them with care.

Then he handed the prince

Some “Fine glue for glassware.”

The man walked him home

And offered assistance

With fixing the mirror

That reflected existence.

Although the prince tried

to find all the scraps,

Some turned to dust

So they filled in the cracks.

They filled them with gold

And gemstones that shined.

And after they’d finished,

He had peace of mind.

“Thank you my friend,

I don’t know what to say.”

“Well if you can, sir,

I would like to stay.”

“You see, good prince,

While working with you,

I’ve fallen in love

And I’d like to pursue..”

The prince thought a moment

Unsure what to do.

For He’d never had anyone

tell him “I love you.”