The Prince's Swan Poem by Parvati Pradnya

There's a prince who thinks all that glitters is gold
When he's riding in his chariot drawn by ivory steed
He likes the scent of the flowers made of coloured glass
He does not know his darling is a black swan

There go the royal couple, arm-in-arm
In his chariot drawn by ivory steed
They kneel at the altar, make the holy vows
The church bell goes ding-dong, ringing his knell

As he lay on his bed of roses, right next to his beloved,
A jagged stone flashed, slitting his throat
'twas the solitaire embedded in his beloved's ring,
His doom brought by his darling, who was a black swan

[July 31,2015]