So, for this week’s post, I thought I’d share a poem that I’ve written for a fairy tale retelling that I’ve been working on based on The Twelve Dancing Princesses. Although I am aware that there are some good retellings of this fairy tale (like Jessica Day George’s Princess of the Midnight Ball. Great book by the way, although I think the second one has a better twist).
Anywho, I’ve been working on the lore for this story, and I thought, “Hey, why not post the fairy’s curse? It’s not bad, and I can make it into a series by using different curse-like poems I’ve written.” And so on and so forth.
For this particular curse, I worked on a specific rhythm of three lines with four syllables and the final line having only three syllables. I initially wrote a different version, but it didn’t flow as well, so I wrote this one day after church. Weird origin story, yes, but I mean, when inspiration strikes, you gotta write, otherwise it’s gone forever. Literally. I actually had an idea for a poem based on the Jesus prayer that you would pray with a prayer rope, but I lost it.
Anyway, happy reading!
Thus, spake Mara, foulest of the fae:
Queen of beauty, O graceful one, Now your sorrow Has begun. Upon you, I Pronounce this woe, A curse from your Fatal Foe. All your children, Though seeming gay, Will be under A fell sway. Fey, they will be Within their hearts. Death will hold them With his arts. They will travel Far from your place To the Hidden, Secret Race. To my home in The dark of night In the deep hours Of twilight. There they shall find Their joy, their lust. There they shall dance, Dance for us. To those accursed They will belong. They shall become Of our song. Their hearts will be Colder than ice To bring the warmth Pay the price. Darkness fills their souls. I speak this twice To bring the light Pay the price. Death for life. Life for death. The Price is One last breath. A costly price For one to pay Will someone come? I say nay. Hopelessness shall Belong to thee. They will not want To be free.
*Just for clarification, gay is intended in its archaic sense, so, in this context, it means “happy or lighthearted.” It’s meant to contrast with the evil sway they are under. I read a lot of old books, so I tend to use older definitions sometimes, especially if the word rhymes.