I was
Perfectly pretty
perfectly clean
in a spotless new house
new everything
it wasnt a dream
it was real
it was me
before i fell in a sewer
in the other world out there
the one my grandma warned me about
little red riding hood
captured in the woods by the devil who appeared to be the white knight in shining armor
but when the sun went down his black evil came out behind closed doors
when the sun rose he went outside and appeared as an angel again to all
but me
Now I have become a queen living a public dream
and a private nightmare
on elm street
she has two faces, one sweet and one mean
she learned this magic lesson from her king
the forked tongue serpent lashing love and pain
she dodges his daggers with her dance
he screams. he cant catch her in his trap of fear and doubt
she bounces in her bubble he cant break
he tries to get in her
she slips away
he thinks he will win
he doesnt know he lost her
long ago from all his little cuts and stabs
her wounds are deep scars
dead forever
her eyes have become lifeless. the princess sparkle gone
she sleeps, the beauty
only a true noble king can revive her
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