Literature
princess poetry
See your 'lil princess
hung high over there?
she was too young to perish
too excited to care.
she grew up protected,
some called her naive
but 'lil learned her lesson
this past birthday eve.
"sweet girl!" cried her concience
"step lightly, tread slow
there's so much to come yet,
you don't even know!"
but princess was fated
to fall late that night
and crawl to a corner,
eyes peeled wide by fright.
'twas the devil, he got her
but where did they go?
what temptation stole her?
was it fame? was it blow?
well, let's travel backwards,
reverse the decay.
we'll follow our lady
through that fateful day.
her waking was pleasant,