She stares into the depths of uncertainty, wracked by pain, cut by misery. Morose, within despondent melancholy,
naked upon this plain she awaits the storm to rain upon her naked body.
Alone, silence loud enough to deafen brighter dreams. Solitary suffering, time forgot this princess could ever so crisply gleam.
Clenching onto memories of a distant love who patiently awaits,
this broken maiden shivers within a life she grows to hate.
Stillness but for her tremble,
gathering clouds, dark hellish knights upon horizon assemble.
As hope seems lost, death her peace, her eyes close, her face with wince.
She hears him call her name, her prince.
Upon her nude he lays a cloak,
his sleeve her tears now soak.
Warmth of his lips, pressed into her cold and dampened cheek,
oh this lady so meek, to be carried weak, away from this place so bleak.
He lifts her into his arms, to carry her away,
Towards a rising sun, into a brighter day.
