There was once a princess
Who thought of none but a boy.
A boy she has never met, yet have been dreaming of.
She hoped, prayed and wished
To someday meet this prince.
And so she had,
In the clearest weather—
At the right time, at the right place.
All that she dreamed had finally become the now:
Days were enchanting, heavenly and bliss.
Indeed, no asking for better.
There’s always more and nothing less.
Until a day of twisted truths and vow
Come trotting, circling around.
Steel hands often break her fragile glass,
Tender skin bruised by the wrong—
A violence in its own class.
Weeping willow, what she had literally become.
Quiet she was throughout the clash.
Exhausted she was in seeking cease,
For every scream remain unheard.
She then woke up from her long deary sleep
Only to find out
All her hopes, prayers and wishes
For the smitten prince by her side—
The prince of innocence and chivalry—
Had finally unmasked; become the monster of her sweetest dreams
And a King of his provocative stride.