> ## Content Index > Fetch the complete content index at: https://www.hawkword.com/llms.txt > Use this file to discover other available public pages before exploring further. # The Other Danish Prince - URL: https://www.hawkword.com/poetry/the-other-danish-prince/ - Published: 2022-06-21T12:00:00.000Z - Updated: 2022-06-21T12:00:00.000Z - Description: My prison lacks a rusty cage, the retched smells of sheer despair. I need not fear the guard's raw rage. The torturer prepares his chair, but not for me, that's not my fate. For me are banquets and affairs, though not... - Author: A. Gee - Tags: Poetry, Allpoetry Import, #Import 2026-04-25 19:56 My prison lacks a rusty cage, the retched smells of sheer despair. I need not fear the guard's raw rage. The torturer prepares his chair, but not for me, that's not my fate. For me are banquets and affairs, though not, of course, affairs of state. A life of leisure and few cares. Red velvet drapes are on my walls, and satin sheets are on my bed, Fine princesses attend my balls. No urgency for me to wed -- my uncle says: "do take your time", still hoping to produce an heir. I share that hope. Then I could climb the distant mountains, taste their air. Or sail into the blue abyss that beckons out the window sill. Join desert caravans, and kiss without a thought to state or will. I would be free to spend my days and leave this gilded cage behind. I'd see it all -- all worth a gaze and put this castle out of mind. But he seems sterile, the old goat, can he perform the needed act? No soldiers swim across the moat, the servants whisper, lack of tact. So what's to be? Idea forms. Unorthodox, but let it be. They're not for us, societal norms, they are for thee, and not for me. So I will bed his latest wife, bed her until her belly's full, and then at last I'll have a life and he can be the doting fool. A well laid plan, she's comely, too and anxious for a proper fit. And now, it's time to say adieu. My guard is calling me to eat.