by Janiece Senn
A crystal, crimson, love story shall shine one day.
Happily ever after syndrome the fairytales say.
Walking into the sunset hand in hand,
Asleep in the tower of never, never land.
Prince Charming did come on his bright handsome steed.
He drew his sword and he stuck it in me.
He cut out my heart to feed to the dragon,
While the coachmen watched and the queen stood laughing.
In a wedding dress sown of thistle and thorn,
Imprisioned in my pumpkin, tattered and torn,
Here to stay for a hundred years,
when my prince shall come and dry my tears.
And when the smile shines bright on my face,
And my bodies adorned with white french lace,
and pearls retrieved from the deepest ocean,
I’ll sip again of the poisoned potion.
Then I will watch the frog with the kiss I gave,
frolic in the bed of my chamber maid,
Whilst I tell the stories to my beautiful daughter,
readying her heart for the slaughter.