Porcelain Heart [EPOS] [ENG]

Titel: Porcelain Heart (Alternativt Doll Girl)
Språk: Engelska
Typ av text: Epos
Antal kapitel hittills: Öhm... 1, antar jag?
Färdigskriven: Ja
Rating: PG
Beskrivning: En ung trollkarl förälskar sig i en förtrollande vacker flicka. Han går långt i sina försök att uppfylla hennes önskningar, men hon accepterar inte hans gåvor.
Skrivet i Epos-form (Typ, lite diktliknande). Tänk på det lite som... en av Barden Bagges sagor.
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Once upon a time,
In a faraway land,
There was a pretty pretty girl,
Bewitchingly beautiful.
Skin as pale,
As new fallen snow,
Cheeks, slightly blushed,
Red from the cold.
Hair as golden,
As the shining sun itself,
Eyes as blue,
As the violets outside,
Limbs as petite,
As a doll on the shelf.
Lips as red,
As the blood that would flow.

The girl sat alone in her window,
Staring out at the flowers outside,
Disturbed only,
By the cherry blossoms passing by.

A young wizard, that was,
Came by and saw,
The beautiful girl,
As she sat alone in her window.
The young man was stunned,
And could do nothing but stare,
For the bewitchingly beautiful girl,
Had bewitched his heart.

So finally he decided,
After weeks of idly watching,
To talk to the girl,
Confess his feelings,
And hope that she,
Would accept and return.

He went into the garden,
Made his way through the flower beds,
And up to the window,
Where the girl watched him come.
‘’For days and days,’’,
the young man said,
‘’I’ve been watching,
admiring, stunned by your beauty.’’
‘’And now I’ve gathered,
enough courage to say,
you’ve bewitched me, my love,
will you give me your heart?’’

The girl, she scoffed.
‘’No, you fool,
I will not give you my heart,
unless you bring me something,
that I will cherish,
and hold dear.
If you do,
My heart is yours.’’

And so the young wizard,
Went out to search,
For something that would please,
His beloved little girl.
He searched for a long time,
Both high and low,
Until he at last found,
A single teardrop,
Frozen and preserved,
By the waves of time.

Excited by his find,
He apparated back,
To his beloved little girl.
She sat by her window,
As beautiful still,
Staring out,
At the flowers outside.
‘’Hear, my love!
Look what I’ve found,
a teardrop preserved,
and frozen by time.
Now, will you give me your heart?’’

The girl, she laughed,
Scornfully glancing down,
At the teardrop the wizard had found.
‘’No, you fool!
I will not give you my heart.
What use would I have,
of this useless little tear?
For sadness,
I feel none.
As long as my skin will stay,
this beautiful and pale,
sorrow,
I will feel none.
Do you still wish to have my heart?
I’ll give you a chance.
Bring me something,
that my soul desires,
and my heart will be,
forever yours.’’

And so, once again,
The young wizard went,
To search for a gift,
That would win him her love.
Once again he searched,
In the sky, among the clouds,
But what he found,
Was down on the ground.
Growing on the field,
Innocent and beautiful,
A single rose red,
Petals crimson,
Like the blood that would flow.
Once again,
He hasted back,
To the garden,
To the girl,
To the window where she sat.

‘’Hear, look at this!
I bring you a flower,
as proof of my love,
a single red rose,
as much beauty it holds,
it can not match,
your own,
oh pretty pretty girl.
Now, will you give me your heart?’’

The girl she scoffed.
‘’Oh no, you fool!
What use would I have,
of this single red rose?
As beautiful as it may be,
as smooth as your tongue may speak,
of roses I have plenty,
yes a whole garden full!
My heart stays mine,
and mine alone,
but I will grant you one last chance.
If you give me,
what my heart longs for most,
then my heart is yours,
and yours alone.’’

And so, a final time,
The young wizard went to search,
For something that would please his love,
His pretty pretty girl.
He searched in the mountains,
Down in the sea,
The sky so blue,
And the rolling plains,
Until at last,
He found,
A fragment of a fallen star.
Still slightly glowing,
With a silvery shine,
The star was more beautiful,
Than any other jewel.
And so he hasted back,
Back to his love,
To show her one last time,
And proclaim his love.

‘’Hear, look at this!
I bring you a star.
You’ve seen them from your window,
on cloudless nights,
shining down at you,
from high up in the sky.
Now I give you,
a star that is your own,
to bring out and admire,
at any time you want.
I’ve brought you a teardrop,
frozen by time.
I’ve brought you a rose,
crimson as the reddest blood.
I bring you a star,
with silver shine,
tell me now,
will your heart be mine?’’

The girl she laughed,
And threw back her hair.
‘’Oh no, you fool!
For what would I need,
that useless rock,
jewels by far,
I already have.
You’ve had your chances,
my heart stays mine.
Now leave,
go,
and never come back.’’

The young wizard,
Devasted,
Heartbroken by her words,
Left her window,
And walked away.
As he passes through the flower beds,
He heard her sing,
A simple,
Yet beautiful hymn.
Her voice was as pretty,
As her face.
He stayed in the garden,
Just to listen for a while,
Before he would leave her,
Forever behind.

‘’My skin is as pale,
as newfallen snow,
my cheeks are blushed,
red from the cold,
my hair is as golden,
as the shining sun itself,
my eyes are as blue,
as the violets outside,
limbs as petite,
as the doll on the shelf.
My lips are as red,
As blood....
Oh how I wish,
my beauty would stay,
my youth be with me,
forever more,
my body untouched,
by the arms of the clock,
forever frozen in time.’',
She sang,
And ended her song,
With a sigh.

And then he knew,
What he must do,
To please his love,
To win her heart,
And so he went inside,
Of the house where she lived all alone.

He tore out her heart,
For she wouldn’t need it,
A replica of porcelain,
Put in it’s place
He ripped out her guts,
What use would they be?
He cut out her brain,
To what would she use it?
He clawed out her eyes,
Replaced them with glass ones,
That he had conjured by himself.
He repaired her body,
Or what was left,
With a simple flick of his wand.
And then he left her,
His last words to her;

‘’To what use would you be,
you’re beauty alone.
Nothing more on the inside,
than that of a porcelain doll.
You’re selfish,
you’re vain,
you’re stupid,
and cruel.
I will do better without you.
You’re fake,
you’re a Doll Girl,
with a porcelain heart.
I gave you what you wanted,
your beauty will remain,
untouched by time,
for eternity.
Now I must say my goodbyes,
for I do no longer want you.
Goodbye, precious Doll Girl,
with a porcelain heart,
perhaps,
perhaps,
I’ll see you again.’’

At that he left,
To never return,
As she stayed behind in her window.
Staring out at her garden,
Eyes seeing nothing,
She sat there,
Alone.

Once upon a time,
In a faraway land,
There was a pretty pretty girl,
Bewitchingly beautiful.
Skin as pale,
As new fallen snow,
Cheeks, slightly blushed,
Red from the cold.
Hair as golden,
As the shining sun itself,
Eyes as blue,
As the violets outside,
Limbs as petite,
As the doll that she was,
Lips as red,
As the blood that had flown.
A Doll Girl,
With a porcelain heart.
Seasons came,
And seasons passed,
The years flew by outside.
Her lone house,
Had turned to dust,
Destroyed by the years that passed.
Her window,
Long gone,
Her garden,
Grown wild,
But she herself sat there still.
As young,
As beautiful as ever before,
She sat with the flowers,
Staring at the distance,
With eyes that couldn’t see.

A Doll Girl,
With a porcelain heart.

wow... Det va coolt...
Now I want to know, what madness and what beauty will continue this fanfic? mer! jag är nyfiken! haha

Wow. Det här är en av de bästa dikterna (eller vad man nu vill kalla det) jag någonsin läst. Helt sjukt helt sjukt helt sjukt helt sjukt. Du lyckas måla upp en sådan klar bild, en sån vacker och fötrollande berättelse som vägrar lämna en när man läst klart. Det hade mening, rytmik och välvalt språk. Vackert.

Tack^^ Det är en av mina bättre.