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Sleeping Beauty

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AdeliseEclair

Published: Dec 30, 2011

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I
Deep within the crevice,
of a tower of brier
a girl lay trapped,
within a dark desire
acquiescent to the lies
around her
tainted memories
slowly begins to blur

II
Forever dethroned,
to no more but ash
lamentations in vain,
blood stains the velvet blue sash
when will you come rescue me,
dearest prince?
for so long I have waited,
for you since

III
I seek out the light,
that shines through the curtain
The wonders out there,
brings hope I am certain
may it be your warm hand,
that takes me away
your sugarcoated lies,
that leads my heart astray

IV
Oh dearest prince,
I dream of you every night
your sweet mannered smile,
would be a pleasing sight
unbind these chains,
that hold me close to the abyss
the cry of the banshee,
stirs my heart amiss

V
The dark plagues my world
be it Satan's token
a music box plays
a spindle wheel broken

VI
The happy ending
that in dreams I see
may it all turn out,
as a childish plea
the words I've lost,
heaven be spoken
the story of a princess
whose eyes will never open

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