Connie was
anxious to begin part two, so right on cue her story continued,
“The knight
awoke at dawn and struggled to his feet,
He
remembered most of his dream but it was not complete,
He had seen
the beautiful princess, afraid and locked away,
On his
journey he continued, no temptations led him astray,
He had been
warned by the fairies, “the queen do not trust,
She’ll try
to deceive you and have you put to death if she must,
The queen is
more dangerous than she might appear,
So before
you get too close, it’s wise to disappear,”
The knight
approached the castle, wary and unseen,
He wanted to
release the princess from the clutches of the queen,
The queen
was alert and saw a shadow on the wall,
“You’re no
match for me,” she chuckled, “I’ll catch you in the hall,”
Her guards
were summoned in case he tried to resist,
They
captured him and the queen decided to give him a kiss,
While the
princess watched so her spirit would break,
But the
spell by the fairies made a kiss the queen’s last mistake,
Her sister,
the witch, waited anxiously at the keep,
She vowed
the knight would die and the princess would weep,
The witch
devised a wicked, evil plan,
One that
would not be refused by an ordinary man,
She changed
herself into a princess, perfect in every way,
The knight
would not resist her charms as she asked him to stay,
But the
fairies’ spell made the knight a different kind of bloke,
Too late she
realized the danger but she still went up in smoke,
The knight
was shocked how things were turning out,
He wanted to
kiss the princess but he had a lot of doubt,
Two kisses
and two women, nothing left of them to find,
If the same
happened to the princess he was sure he’d lose his mind,
The princess
rode with him and when they stopped in the wood,
The fairies
explained the spells and he finally understood,
Ten thousand
kisses later he’s still kissing strong,
The princess
does her magic and his heart to her belongs,”
As Connie
finished her story her eyes were filled with tears,
“If I could
get that kind of love, I’d wait a thousand years,”
Jim was
impatient, he hated stories about romance,
While Connie
sobbed, he jumped at his chance,
“It was ‘red
sails in the morning,
Sailors take
warning,’
Yet because
the sky and water looked calm and inviting,
Weather was
ignored and the sailors dreamed of a life exciting,
Rum, women,
maybe a ship or two, there was much to do,
But in the
afternoon the wind howled and the waves grew,
They raced
towards land, hoping to be safe ashore,
But the
storm took control and they were safe no more,
As the waves
crashed over the bow,
One sailor
yelled, “What are we going to do now?”
It was time
to take action by saving the ship,
The seamen
had to do something to give death the slip,
They threw
over their cannon, their food, and rum (their only pleasure),
Even with
the storm’s increasing intensity, they waited to toss the treasure,
The ship
broke up, being pounded by the relentless waves,
Survivors
later found the treasure and hid it in caves,
Within
everyone’s reach but hidden away,
There it
remains until this very day,
Someday a
storm will leave it in plain view,
Wouldn’t
that be great if it happened to you?”
“Oh, I
forgot about the death ship that still sails,
Perhaps
another time I’ll tell that tale,”
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