I love old fairy tales and all their words:
the ending is no longer a mystery,
the heroine is as fair as a rose,
her hero, a prince, come to set her free.
He takes her home to his parent’s castle
the ending is always happy, never dark.
The silent beauty lies in the dark.
The people around are empty of words,
and dust has settled over the castle
creating a place of gloom and mystery.
A handsome prince, fighting to set her free,
defeats the dragon and wins his Briar Rose.
In early morning, before the sun rose,
a wicked stepmother creeps through the dark
towards the cottage where dwarfs run free.
She chokes out the pale girl’s words,
but is thwarted by a prince of mystery
who carries his bride to the white castle.
A lovely beauty wandering the castle,
her hand reached out to touch the rose.
It was so beautiful, such a mystery
just like the beast lurking in the dark.
A gentle kiss, love’s confirming words:
the spell has broken and the beast is free.
A trapped princess longs to be free
from the tower of an enchantress’ castle.
She lets down her hair at the woman’s words,
wishing on the stars each night as they rose
wondering how she would escape the dark,
then a prince came and solved the mystery.
A pretty servant girl, her future a mystery,
endures her mistresses’ words, working for free,
never hating her stepfamily- her heart is not dark.
A fairy godmother’s spell sends her to the castle
where she danced until the hands on the clock rose.
A glass slipper seals her fate and she escaped the biting words.
Each story has a dark side, a tinge of mystery
but always the same words appear after the girl is free:
“happily ever after,” a castle and the bride, fair as a rose.
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