Ok so this was a project I had to do for my English class. It's a type of re-telling of sleeping beauty. Hopefully you'll like it. Warning: angsty and rhyme scheme given up on early on.
There is a story
You all know, about a princes and a prince
Their honor and glory.
Where the prince saves her from paying beauties price
Waking her up from a never ending sleep
With only a kiss, a bounding leap
And the slaying of a dragon.
But here my dear readers is the story you don't know
The story told by the girl,
Not the one of a deluded nation, or that sham of a hero
But my story, at last
Hopefully this memory will last.
Let me see how you like the truth, in all of its bluntness.
But if you continue I must warn, of bitter poison and venom
And Admittedly not all from a potion
For you see the price I paid was not for beauty
But for the things I had known
I was a girl born long ago
In a time when my kind was not allowed to learn
Of Aristotle and astrology our knowledge was not allowed to grow
But I enjoyed the knowledge I secretly earned
By stealing books I read with the candles glow.
When the things I knew where found out
The king, I had to call a father forced
Down my throat a vile concoction
With a taste I still remember
It's flavoring was that of unsweetened coffee.
The drought forced me into a nightmare filled sleep
From which I would not awaken until I was found and bound
To a tyrant prince, willing to tame
My rebellion, and thirst for knowledge and fame.
I awoke to my nightmare
A town with the same customs of my past
Filled with Beautiful doe eyed women
And a prince I'm forced to follow.
This one much worse than my father
For with This fraud I was confined
To my rooms, until he deemed it time.
Now not even allowed to roam the halls
Of the place I am to call a home.
He refused to let me out until He could declare me broken
In spirit, in mind and gave him anything he asked
As proof and token
Of my training, devotion and desire to be wedded.
After many months, out of desperation I did agree
His request was to tell a story of him, his bravery and my rescue
As he thinks that is what it was.
So a tale I did weave about a princes cursed by a witch
To touch a spindle and fall into sleep.
A tale with a noble prince who had saved
The beautiful and dull princess with a sweet kiss.
And so he repeated the story to his countrymen
None of which dare contest him.
Sadly I must say that that falsehood is now by everyone known
While my true tale is in a prison like me
Forced to live between these pages.
While I live happily ever after.
R&R please
