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