3 Princesses in Love. A Poem.
A foregone hymn of adoration. Of three friends who held the Prince in their hearts.
Beneath the palace opulence Lain a sisterhood, thrived, Bed and covered by a deep fervor. Tethered to the prince, so naturally hisself. Asherah, along with Astarte and Anath.
Asherah, ablaze in red and violet, Held the enchantments of a burning encounter. When their love, young and unknown, Leaves that grew from green to gold. Sway with the Prince, Under the canopy of silent stars. As they echoed the melodies of joy. Her dearest companion, Astarte. With eyes, Sparkling like sunlight on water. Listened with rat attention.
Amidst the palace bathed in Astarte’s warmth A canvas of vibrant decay, Ablaze in its autumnal glory. Her heart aglow with tales of glee, Picnics by the riverside, Whispers kissing the breeze. Stolen glances exchanged as the sun took flight, Painted shadows of the Prince, Stature of enchantment and might. Asherah, her dearest friend. Leaned in, Wrapped in a blanket of shared elation.
In the embrace of Anath’s calm delight, Serene as the snowfall, a tranquil view. Her tales, wise and true, From years spent together. She spoke, Of the prince’s solitude. Of Late night talks where dreams held forth. Tenderness that grew stronger with every passing winter. Asherah and Astarte, attentive they stand. Listening closely, to a bond firsthand. Gazes filled with knowing, of a legend. Of the Prince whom they held in their hearts.
Their sisterhood was unlike any other, Bond forged not just by their love for the prince, But by their love for each other. In each other’s company. They found solace and strength. Each of them unique, Yet woven into a tapestry of emotions That told a story of devotion.
The prince, their beloved, was the heart that beat at the center. As he spoke their names, His voice wove of a fabric, Each thread a distinct color, To every corner of his heart. A bond stronger than any tradition, — Three ‘sisters’ and their prince. Their affection tangled in a tale. In those ancient days, A time that celebrated love.
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