Fear Not My Princess

I was too lazy to write something new...so I decided to post an old poem I once wrote:

Fear not my princess; I'm on my way

I just have a few more dragons to slay

Just me and my trusty sword,

Against the dragon and his hoard. 

                  

Fear not my princess; my sword strikes true

The dragon has fallen I’m coming for you

But before me are thorns deadly and strong

Thick as a forest. The path is still long

Fear not my princess; my hand will not fall

Endlessly hacking this thorny wall

My sword is sharp and it cuts through

The vines with the thorns that keep me from you

The Ring

My mother came to visit with my youngest sister, Shoshanna, and I spent the week entertaining them and enjoying the touristy things in life. As I always do, I took them to the Arab shuk. Actually, my mother sat it out and I took Shoshanna and my brother, Chanoch, who is spending the year in Israel.

While my sister argued with a shopkeeper about the price of numerous items that she was trying to purchase, I went through his merchandise. Knives, swords, daggers, they are all very interesting but something else caught my eye; a ring.

Something about it called out to me, I cannot really describe what but I felt the sudden urge to take it. It seemed like a worthless trinket and could not imagine it costing much, but I did not even ask the price I immediately put it on.  A sudden feeling of completeness overwhelmed me as the ring slid down my finger perfectly.