Posted by Pretty Alice
The cicadas' chant
cheers on
a little boy eating
ice cream in the summer's sun.
With a silver spoon
he shapes
castle cliff walls
to protect a young Prince.
As fate would have it
heat warms, actions wear in
the course of his world.
The fortress soon slides into a syrupy mote.
Quick to cease one moment of pleasure
he gobbles it down
only to receive
ice cold pain in his head.
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