She was the princess, With a crown, Slightly askew. He was the rebel, With a gun, Slightly shaking. They clashed like thunder, But conducted like lightening. When he fell and lost his gun, She brushed it off, And handed it back. But when she lost her crown, He tried to brush it off, But the destruction it made, Was inescapable. So what do you have, When the princess refuses her crown, And the rebel’s gun loses its power?
The Crown’s Gun | R.W



















