"Legend of the Scottish Prince" by Sunnyone |
Within the castle walls the Princess sleeps... The castle's made of ancient stone, upon which ivy creeps... A fortress true with gated moat, encircled by a fence... A challenge fit for any handsome Prince... The castle's built upon a rocky knoll... Which overlooks a heathered glen, protected by a Troll... With wicked grin and evil curse, he keeps young men away... He'll make the Princess fair his own, someday... She sleeps by night and spends her dreams in tears... Her castle is her prison, and has been, for many years... By day, she weaves a magic spell upon her trusty loom... Protecting her by night within her room... One day, a handsome Prince rode on the land. A Scottish warrior through and through, from Scotland's fiercest clan... He'd heard of the Troll and the Princess fair, and set his sights to see... If he could be the one to set her free... Upon the glen, he called the Troll by name... He knew the legend of the beast, and from his horse he sprang... He also knew the sound that dropped a Troll within it's tracks... So pulled his pipes down off his stallion's back... Across the glen there echoed notes sublime... A cadence strong, with rising pitch, relayed in perfect time... (And everyone knows a Troll cannot abide a piper's song)... So as he blew, he knew... It wouldn't be long! At last the Troll appeared upon the scene... with eyes bugged out and hands on ears, he then began to scream... With smiling face, the Prince got close, and blew with all his might... The Troll exploded! (To everyone's delight!) The handsome Prince drew near the castle gate... He knew the maiden waiting there was his by gift of fate... He'd saved her from her prison walls and life with the horrible Troll... So, patiently, he waited on the knoll... At last, the Princess came to take his hand... Her beauty far surpassed what he had heard, throughout the land... With chestnut hair, and emerald eyes, and heart of purest gold... The Princess stole her warrior's very soul... They lived for many years upon the knoll... and all their children's children loved to hear the story told... And to this day, when pipers play, you feel a wee bit o' suspense... You can almost see the Princess... on the knoll with her Scottish Prince... |
