Once upon a valley
that came down
from some goldenblue mountains
a handsome young prince
who was riding
a dawncolored horse
named Lordsburg.
I love you
You're my breathing castle
Gentle so gentle
We'll live forever
In the valley
there was a beautiful maiden
whom the prince
drifted into love with
like a New Mexico made from
apple thunder and long
glass beds.
I love you
You're my breathing castle
Gentle so gentle
We'll live forever
The prince enchanted
the maiden
and they rode off
on the dawncolored horse
named Lordsburg
toward the goldenblue mountains.
I love you
You're my breathing castle
Gentle so gentle
We'll live forever
They would've lived
happily ever after
if the horse hadn't had
a flat tire
in front of a dragon's
house.
I've only just stumbled across it, but this poem has quickly become one of my favorites of all time. I'm constantly thinking about it.
I think extra carefully about the final stanza. Such an abrupt, seemingly impossible ending to a beautifully depicted love story. If only they'd had a spare tire! This raises a question: would there have been another dragon somewhere along the way?
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