The Fallen Fairy Tale
(3-10-07)
Alone in north tower,
a
thin silhouette.
Bound there by her prince,
the princess sits
and dreams.
Oh when the rain comes
let it drown me
in an ocean of angel tears.
Oh when the wind
blows through the bars
let it carry me to freedom.
Needle and thread
clasped tight in hand,
the princess weaves a web.
On lavender
silk she sews a story,
the story of her hell.
A place so cold and
full of darkness
death doesn't even ride.
A place of silent
misery
and man made golden light.
To dream and weave, cry
and sing,
the princess stands alone.
Face tilted to catch the
last rays
of a quickly dying Sun.
She sings a faintly
haunting melody
for ears that will not hear.
And she fades
away, alone in her tower
before her prince can hold her near.
"Oh heart song
heart song,
whisper of the endless sea,
rise from the depths
and carry aloft,
my golden princess to me."