This golden-haired girl won’t wake tonight

Or ever

Kisses cannot convince

Nor can spells stir

For blissful somnolence blurs the thorns that adorn the wall of the castle

And of my mind

One brush of chapped lips cannot convince me

To leave this dream and plunge headlong into the waking nightmare that is my reality

I was predistend to fall, to lose the kingdom

Over  a simple spindle

A sixteen-year-old’s mistake

Brought the world shattering down

Why would I ever leave

My reverie?