Raining Arrows.

Raining Arrows

For a hundred years or more he slept
without looking
for the princess
without a pea
it was easy to carry on
stoning turning the water gates
from black to grey and back
as around the nights settled
to relax amongst the stars,
a burning car in an old worn down lot
smoked into the heavens
as putt putts
and tuck tucks
did the best they could
to give of some sort of childish masquerade
as lunch time snacks,
a piece of cheese,
in a plastic lunch box.
The queen began to blow into her flute.
All at the once the birds began to change colour
and with one last flutter,
the children merrily put every last drop
on the horse without a name.