Prince Charming-Snow White

Once upon a time, in a kingdom far far away, there lived a handsome prince in a beautiful castle. He was the only son of the king and queen. He was the most handsome and wonderful man, the envy of every other man in the kingdome, the desire of every other woman in the kingdom. His name was Prince Charming and he was the greatest and most beautiful prince of them all.
Every night, when everyone had fallen asleep, a dark figure would creep out of the castle and go to one of the houses nearby. Every night, it was a diffferent house. The next morning, a beautiful girl was missing from the kingdom. She was never found again.

One day, the king summoned the prince to the great hall and said, "Go to the next kingdom and make the princess Blanche fall in love with you. I want you to marry a princess who will bring us great lands in dowry but her father refuses to marry her to anyone because he treasures her. Make her fall in love with you." So the prince set off with his loyal servant to the other kingdom. The servant carried all the gifts and jewels for the princess while the prince carried the sword. They were passing through a deep, dark forest when suddenly they caught sight of of little cottage deeply set in the trees. The servant suggested they spend the night there and the prince agreed. When they knocked at the door, it opened on its own and inside they saw a strange sight.
There lay on the floor a blanket and on it lay the most beauttiful girl they had ever seen. The prince came to take a closer look and realised that she was Princess Blanche because only Princess Blanche had skin as white as snow...she was also called Snow White.

Snow White was hated by her mother who believed that her child was a witch, because no human could have such great beauty. Her father only waited for her to grow into a beautiful woman so that he could add her to his harem of concubines. And Snow White.....one day, when a hunter, who was employed by the queen tried to kill her, raised the axe over her head, she looked so beautiful that he couldn't kill her, and when he lowered the axe, Snow White quickly ran away. The hunter was killed by the queen and Snow White found the cottage in the forest, where she lived with seven dwarfs. But as the queen sent more assasins to kill her, she dressed up each dwarf as herself and instead they were killed. When Snow White was alone in the cottage, along came the queen dressed as an apple seller and offered her an apple, which was actually poisoned. Snow White smiled and took the apple and invited the apple seller in, offereing to give her a drink because she had walked so far. The queen, thinking it would be suspicious if she didn't come in started walking inside. As soon as she did, Snow White whipped out a dagger and stabbed her and as the queen lay dying, Snow White said, "I know you have poisined the apple, dear mother. But I will bite it." And she bit the apple and collasped, dead.
When the prince came to see the princess, he fell in love with her at first sight and carried her on his shoulders back to his kingdom. Her servant reminded him that she was dead, but the prince said that he loved her and he would always keep her with him..........

In the sea of abstract misunderstanding
Where man's realisation is blurred and dazed
When blue, black, gold and hazel eyes try to look to the sun and find only dark clouds
When the boat shakes violently and the sailors clutch their crucifixes to their hearts.....

I smile, amused by their clumsy ways.
I laugh, tickled by their uncouth prayers
I clap, enjoying the show they put on before me...
I enjoy this little game so much

Everyday, everyday, when the sailors come to my kingdome to seek my treasure
I call the winds to dance and the sea to swirl
Foolish little men, don't you realise...
That who I am? That you cannot defeat me?
Do you not know who I am?

"Dear child..." I hear Father's voice and look up.
"Do you play yet again?" He asks.
"Yes, Father.." I smile. "I am enjoying myself."

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The songbird,

With feathers of gold and wings of steel

Eyes of emralds, forever looking either way

And...

A voice..of divine bliss

One no angel can ever recreate...

The songbird's music...a gateway to peace..a boat to the river of soft sleep

A voice that is entwined with the wind....that makes the leaves dance...

"Angels of mine, let me thank you,

You have saved me time and time again

Angel, I must confess it's you that gives me strength

And I don't know where I'd be without you."

A few words from the reverberating crystal song...that shines its way through the dark silence of the forest.

How I love this song...How I wish to forever listen...

That's why I wait here, songbird

By this lonely glade everyday...

To see you..to smile at you..and tell you how much I love you.....

I'll wait, songbird..till when you hear my heart

And come to me..to carry me on your wings..

Away, Away, Away.....

Sparkling sunlight;
Beautiful and fresh, the begining of the world; the threshold of creation
O beloved Goddess; you dance to the song of joy
As all your minions grovel before you're exorbitant beauty
So perfect, So important; So significant.
All Hail the Goddess!!!
All Hail the Witch!!!!!!!!!!
You disgusting monster; you rotting banshee;
You suck the life out of my love; you trap me in your eyes
Making me a slave; living like a parasite
Taking my life; LET ME GO!!!!!!!
I HATE YOU; I DESPISE YOU!!!!
FILTHY WITCH; WHY? WHY? WHY?
Why did you leave? Why did you desert me?
Did I not sacrifice my life; to be trapped in this cage of thorns??
I DID IT FOR YOU!!!! so that we could be together.....
They took you away on Earth; to be the bride of another....
I killed myself; thought you would follow me....
Thought you would be here with me in this cage.....together forever....
I burn alone; we should burn together
No pain is pain if you are here...but you're not
So I scream. I SCREAM BEACUSE OF YOU!!!!
But you'll come...you'll come to hell....
I'm waiting, witch, I'm waiting........
When you come here, we'll be together
And I'll love you as much as I hate you now.

It is when the sea sparkles in the sun that I believe,
It is when the rose blooms that I believe,
It is when the sun rises that I believe
That You are more beautiful than creation itself.

When the stars glitter I see you eyes,
When the nightangle sings I see your smile,
In the rising dawn, i feel your prescence.
You are forever there in my soul.

In the cacophany of the world dungeon,
Your voice sings out like an angel's smile.
In the glory of the crimson sunset,
I remmeber how blessed I am.

That you are here ...before my eyes.

The angels fly by,
Silver robes and sparkling wings
They sing “Fly, fly, fly.”
Yet I am bound to the hard cold ground
With chains of despair and emptiness
Walls of rotting affections and decaying desire
They hold me back, keeping me away from the bright sunlight that would dry up the blood
Why have you left? For you selfish pursuits
You call it “Salvation”
You call it “Enlightenment”
I call it “Foolishness.”
You were always naïve and stupid
Thinking that the world was pure and true.
And yet, it seemed so perfect when you were with me.
No pain, no despair, no tears.
What spell did you cast?
Was it your innocence that led me to believe?
Believe that I was not cursed?
I am forever a messenger of hell,
Forever hated, forever feared.
Then……why did you not scream at my monstrous visage?
DAMN YOU! DAMN YOU! DAMN YOU!
ROT IN HELL FOR MAKING ME BELIEVE!
I did not ask for happiness, yet it came.
And now I now the pain of losing all that I have.
I fall to my knees and beg of you.
Return to me, for I cannot go on.
There is nothing left, nothing to go on with.
As I strangle every drop of my heart’s blood and pray
“Return to me, so that I may kill you.”

ASMODEUS

A dome of glistening crystal,
Surrounded by creeping vines and wild poisonous flowres
His favourite garden
"I do so love the forsaken ones." His icy smile freezes even the greatest of flames
His abode lies in the deepest layer of hell
Adorned by damned fire and a river of blood
Floating chunks of sinners' flesh, torn apart and strewn for his pleasure
When he walks through his pleasured "garden" under Hell's sky of dense, putrid, smoke.
He laughs, seeng the wild beasts engage in battle and eat their enimies' entrails.
When the sinners are sent to him, he burns their tongues and rips out their lungs.
Then, he throws them in the river, to feed the mutated shaks he pets.
Pain amuses him and Torture entertains him.
He grins, hearing the screams of devilish souls
That are trapped in the web of his flesh eating spiders.


His insane amusement is stopped by only a voice
A voice, as sweet as the wind chimes blown by the fragnant breeze.
"Master!" the voice sings out "Master Asmodeus."
The one voice that reaches the tainted heart of the most cruel excecutioner of Hell.
Asmodeus, one of the seven satans, the devil of wrath.

His madness stops, only by hearing the voice of Graciela, hia favourite attendant.
She was a daughter of the earth, but he had asked her from her father.
his payment for forgiving the old man's sins, even when sent to hell.
"I will not subject you to eternal pain." the demon had said "only if your daughter is mine to have."
And so she was, always by his side.
So beautiful, so perfect, she seems to his filthy heart.
And why should it not?

Graciela, a woman from the mortal realm was the one object of his adoration for his distorted being.
Asmodeus loved his servant, a servant who had not hated him even when he had trapped her in hellish realms.
Away from the Heaven she deserved to enjoy.
"Why do you not hate me?" he wonders "Why do you smile and sing for me even when i have made you a slave?"
He was insanely in love, a thing unheard of in Hell.
And yet, she was untouchable, she was too Pure
Even in the dark pits of hell.
"Is this the way God punishes me?" Asmodeus asks. "giving me a love that is unattainable? if she hears of my love, she will despise and i shall be alone for an eternity."

So he remains silent, and writhes in the agony of his twisted love.
The Lord of Wrath bestows pain, so that he may forget his own suffering in the bloodbath.
Impossible it is , he knows, a futile attempt.
And thus he forever dwells in the prescence of his greatest insanity; one in the form of an innocent mortal.
An insanity even the lord of devils cannot appease.