Prince of Poison (Picks Teeth with a Bone)

he’s returned to pick over
remnants of her

in ruins.

scoundrel leaps tower walls
and slips past first guard
at secret swivel

then swabs his cotton feet
along dim’s creaky

attack hounds are otherwise
occupied.. gnawin’ on
their poison

princess is hunched at
mirror, no longer
all alone

“honey! don’t fret your
prince of poison’s

“drop that itchy dagger for
i crawl in humble
to atone

and atone, and atone he did,
bruised, blue faced, he atoned
til she was a pile o’
poison bones

“free at last” was hymn the
mourners wept..

and had etched on crown
of captive’s stone.



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