‘The woman was known as the king’s favorite girl’, the prison guard added. Another man approaches her and asked, what is your name? the angelic voice replied, ‘I am Mina’.
She was natural in her speech.
When her eyes blink with lots of butterflies.
Massive regrettable moments lingering in his mind, as the king sat down in the prison with anger.
‘Too late for you to ask for forgiveness,
My body is yet to be healed’, Mina Said. My regime is not over, after all his my son’, the King respite.
‘This is your mistake of struggling to remain in power forever, you care less about how others feel, the tables have been turned’, Mina proceeds. All your men have been arrested, behind bars, you shall rot in hell. She spits on his face and walked away from the prison.
Early that morning, the whole village started its celebration. Families receiving their guests as the grand preparation was at its peak. The red clothes are written everywhere. The volume of freedom, at last, was sung very loudly.
Arrangements are made for the new era to breed. One of its kind not being breach. And the new emperor has immediately proposed to the queen of prose. The king’s son successfully stages the revolutionary victory. But his happiness was ineffective because his other half-brother was missing.
In his mind, he read,
‘ like a scar in my heart,
I shall continue to bleed,
Like spoiled bananas,
That would never taste sweet,
Like that of expired cane milk,
In which I can’t drink.
In my genes I need,
Him not beside me, I shall fight to win.
Then I shall be at solace.
Then I shall go to college,
To proceed with my newfound wings’.
As the new prose girl steps in with her straight legs and Coca-Cola shape,
In her soft voice, she mumbled, ‘the liberation would start soon, My king ‘.
He took a long breath then quickly turn and looked into her eyes with an infective smile, ‘My Queen, I like your blunt dreadlocks’ he said.
As he confesses his feelings so deeply.
As she crosses her smooth legs and replied, ‘thank you, my king’.
The King son gave a declaration,
And the celebration began with colorful flowers. His speech was heard from the tower,
‘The liberation of our village,
The ultimate changes of our new nation,
Our gates were close with deep cuts,
Our neighbors are being hurt,
But today we will smile with intimate teeth,
Out of admiration cold words hunt,
As he dazzles his eyes hugely popular,
We were separated, so divided we shall fall, United we shall all feel relief.
Our country we will match to free.
Attracting the small world we believe.
To defend our land and our people,
To benefit our soul and our people cult.
So we take heed in what we lead.
It means that our translation is correct,
Hold the perpetrators accountable,
Silence is not anymore in our books.
Hold on to the magazines,
Our stories would be written.
It’s not the sake of revenge,
But the truth would unfold.
Then our reply would be peace.
Our stability and hopes are been renewed,
Our birds would not cry anymore
And our tree shall stand to flourish.
In the late-night as the wind blow,
The throw-up party in the palace began,
Nobility in the spirit of the celebration,
The vocalist in the palace tose up,
She took the mic in disbelief,
And thereupon her melodious voice was heard,
‘ In the cell he built,
That he never thought of his seat,
With the leftover food, he struggles to eat,
Completely defeated, in the small pots, he would also defecate.
Poorly the man of power becomes weak.
Requesting the prison partners to spike him with some weed.
A huge bed of passion bends to be a prison, left alone to sleep.
Karma is real.
The two royals king and queen smile,
The festival springs as the jumping light gleams.
The elders of the village are preparing for the biggest ceremony in the upcoming week because the newly found king that succeeded his father would be getting married to the love of his life.
And the agendas are being changed and the current government would have to establish a commission committee to enquire about the dubious act that his father was involved in. The appointments of the minister’s post have to be set and the son would be very busy with different officials coming from other royal leaders.
The new version of our village would be chase by the international community and you will be my wife soonest and would have a great role to play. The conversation lasts about hours between the new young king and the queen of prose.
Sensational the queen feels,
She encourages him with a hard talk,
‘You don’t have to rush anything, my king’.
Luck up the words seems difficult to pronounce and slowly but quietly she fell from the highness Princess chair and got fainted and the young king look shocked.
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