Her name is Sleeping Beauty, as the fairytale goes.
Born the queen of endless dreams, she had amongst the shadows.
In the land of Ever After, a wilder love still grows.
She ruled upon a windy throne,her scepter was the rose.
Her cupid bow and arrow lips would bring him to his knees.
To wake her from a restless sleep and steal her from the breeze.
With a big bright eyes that glistened,
In a glance could lure and tease.
A pounding heart ablaze that longed for love to set it free.
Her hair was dark as raven, holding secrets of the night.
Yes! The knight in shining armor for her nobly did fight.
Then kissed her face so gently, turned and rode out of her sight.
As her riven hair flew in the freezing wind and cold moonlight.
The same old fairytale and as the fairytale goes. She pricked her finger hard against a thorn upon the rose.
A never ending story through the ages will unfold.
She woke up, alone and dizzy.
Cried her eyes out, oh what a pity!
Heard the mirror, mirror saying, she ain't pretty.
More lies than she had been said.
Had a change of heart.
Life is better when you love yourself.
A change of plans.
Never live for someone else.
Her first command was to leave behind the fables.
Her fairytale's unfold.
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