The witch has shaken the potion thrice, bowing to the prince who paid the price.
The prince had walked under the sky, as the countless stars twinkled by.
Half the way he paced to pause, to look at how the sparkle was.
The cork tipped and rolled down the mire, and the magic did the lone prince hire.
His body shackled as if to die, he would have if it wasn't the firefly.
The buzz and light had disturbed his sleep, and into the new world did he creep.
The forest thickened through his rest, and his sight was put to test.
The path was the same mire over the lake, but with tar like cream over a cake.
Men who were clad like butlers all over, bound in speeding steels did hover,
To and fro along the mire, in a way the prince did admire.
The steel carts had lights in the front, which never flickered as they went.
The prince headed back towards the palace, jumping to the buzzes of the carts’ race.
The city had more houses and more light, which never flickered and burnt bright.
The prince made way as people stared, and honked and foul words twice they shared.
The palace he entered where none was same, his family was all now in the frame.
He ran in panic over the stairs, to the roof where his true self pairs.
Into a world that is awkward and new, into a world of lights in different hue,
Into a world that was scarily fast, only did his calm roof top last.
He lied down over the warm stone, and looked up to stars for he was alone.
To his surprise the count was halved, gone was ‘the Orion’ he always loved.
A tinge of orange did blur the sky, that of the lights that below him lie.
He wished to shout loud and clear, for of none should the prince fear.
The glory of the man seemed to fade, like the stars of ‘the long spade’,
All that sped and lit seemed useless, no not useless, needless, needless.
The prince closed his eyes and said his chant, "needless, needless, none to enchant.
O witch, O witch, O ditching witch, bless the magic to switch,
What is a sky without all the stars? A canvas whose artist died in the wars.
Needless, needless, needless is the light,
The light so bright in the darkest night,
That shall blemish the sky with scars,
That of the beautiful sparkling stars. "
Saying so his eyes closed the last time, and into another star did he sublime.
P. S.: The 'needless' is a campaign that creates awareness about light pollution, prominently emphasising on the deterioration of the quality of the skies. For more, please visit http://www.need-less.org.uk/
The prince had walked under the sky, as the countless stars twinkled by.
Half the way he paced to pause, to look at how the sparkle was.
The cork tipped and rolled down the mire, and the magic did the lone prince hire.
His body shackled as if to die, he would have if it wasn't the firefly.
The buzz and light had disturbed his sleep, and into the new world did he creep.
The forest thickened through his rest, and his sight was put to test.
The path was the same mire over the lake, but with tar like cream over a cake.
Men who were clad like butlers all over, bound in speeding steels did hover,
To and fro along the mire, in a way the prince did admire.
The steel carts had lights in the front, which never flickered as they went.
The prince headed back towards the palace, jumping to the buzzes of the carts’ race.
The city had more houses and more light, which never flickered and burnt bright.
The prince made way as people stared, and honked and foul words twice they shared.
The palace he entered where none was same, his family was all now in the frame.
He ran in panic over the stairs, to the roof where his true self pairs.
Into a world that is awkward and new, into a world of lights in different hue,
Into a world that was scarily fast, only did his calm roof top last.
He lied down over the warm stone, and looked up to stars for he was alone.
To his surprise the count was halved, gone was ‘the Orion’ he always loved.
A tinge of orange did blur the sky, that of the lights that below him lie.
He wished to shout loud and clear, for of none should the prince fear.
The glory of the man seemed to fade, like the stars of ‘the long spade’,
All that sped and lit seemed useless, no not useless, needless, needless.
The prince closed his eyes and said his chant, "needless, needless, none to enchant.
O witch, O witch, O ditching witch, bless the magic to switch,
What is a sky without all the stars? A canvas whose artist died in the wars.
Needless, needless, needless is the light,
The light so bright in the darkest night,
That shall blemish the sky with scars,
That of the beautiful sparkling stars. "
Saying so his eyes closed the last time, and into another star did he sublime.
P. S.: The 'needless' is a campaign that creates awareness about light pollution, prominently emphasising on the deterioration of the quality of the skies. For more, please visit http://www.need-less.org.uk/