The Frog Prince
Laijon Liu 20240210
In a cold damp castle he dwells
to serve his exile of solitude and silence
his lump body sits by that big indoor pool
he meditates on almost every turn of his past
the dark water reflects like a black oval mirror
showing his misfortune and hopeless present
his sorry look disgusts & disturbs even himself
his strange bulging eyes staring at each still moment
he hops forward slowly, leaves a trail of wet stains
those bad experiences follows him like a tail
a few times of the day, he can't hold still
so he dives into his image and wishes to never surface.
Listen! A sweet girl's singing echoing above
suddenly a golden sphere falls into his confined space.
