Jeremy
4/7/2015
5:45:11 PM | Sleeping beauty opened her eyes
And found that she was tied
No heart beat of her own
So Morgys made her home
Like the trees and pines
She was overtaken by vines
The prick of a finger
Caused a morose disease to linger
Since she was not quite alive
This disease grew and thrived
And the spindle strings
Gave her stings
But now she was awake
And knew what it would take
She'd get her body back
If she kept moving down the path
She refused to turn around
To listen to fearsome sounds
The beauty understood
She wasn't out of the woods
Then came the day
She knew things weren't the same
The thickets became less dense
And the journey was less intense
She managed her way through the clearing
For she was resolute, never veering
She needed no prince for wealth
For she had found her health
And beauty began to sing
And her winter turned to spring |
