A Poem for the Beautiful Princess Charlie

A windy morning was blowing it's terrible graces about the land, exhausting the trees, and holding the Fall to its name if the rainstorm of leaves was anything to go by. There were clouds, there were clouds, this I know to be true—but I couldn't tell you on which side of the windowpane of my stain glass eyes they resided...but only eternity and the Lord last forever, and this, too, did pass, when of a sudden, the wind died down, the clouds did part, and in Jesus' light the very day was reborn: the wild wind did still to a holy silence that gently crescendoed to a beautified ringing of royal bells."Part way, they sang, for the most beautiful, blessed little princess in all God's green globe: Princess Charlie! With excited haste, I removed my cap, and deep to the humble dirt, I did bow, for before my lucky sight the royal train made its wondrous way, and there I saw upon a golden mare her royal highness fair—save for God's own lamb, never have I before or since seen such beautiful, gentle truth of the mandate of heaven glowing warmth on my astonished face. I have heard of Princess Jasmine, Cinderella, and Mulam, but this I testify: no pretty princess or queen compares to Charlie"