13 June 2012
Princess Feather sat on her throne, Listening to her father-king drone, He said things that bored her ears, Yet somehow satisfied his peers.
When suddenly she heard her name, And knew this rant was not the same, So she tuned in and like a guest, Watched her father proclaim a test. A battle to win his daughter's hand, The 'fairest maiden in the land', Feather knew this wasn't true, That there was nothing she could really do.
The entrants will gather far and wide, From princes to creatures you can't abide, Feather will watch it with a scowl, She daren't defy or scream or howl. They'll stand before the king and bow, To try their hardest, they must vow, The test was simple it was this, And winning it would get a kiss: The BRAVEST man would marry in, And become the king's next of kin.
A poison-test was first to pass, So much bother to win a lass... Three cups sat on a table top, One, you'd live, two: you'd drop.
The second test for those survivors, Involved bravery of deep-sea divers, Swimming through the lake: not safe, Dodging every water waif.
Succeeding that, a test of strength, To win this girl, meet every length! A sword, a bow, a throwing star, Hit the target, throw it far.
The best of those would face one more: The final one to show the score, The hardest test of all of yet, One that Feather herself had set. Setting loose her favourite friend, This was how the test would end: She had a dragon, her favourite pet, Who her husband needs to have met. He blows some fire, a little smoke, And acts like a big old friendly joke. The final man must love this beast, Or tolerate, at the very least.
So that's the test, will you apply? Or is it one of those 'when-pigs-fly'? Apply within, and hold your own, Cause at Feather's side is an empty throne.
Apply Within. • Opuss № I