Her room is pearly white
With drawings hung across the walls
A globe of shining water enclosing her love
Glass flowers, scattered crayons
And a curtained window hiding her from the world
Sitting upon a chair, scribbling over the page
She's dreaming like its December
Waiting for the warm sun to melt the snow
Tiptoe around the haunted mansion
Ivory dress glowing among the ruins
There's a shattered chandelier in the grand hallway
Shards of twilight; broken crystals await to be swept away
Dust caked over the windows, glittering dimly
A candelabra crumbling, paintings ripped from the walls
Elegant riches turned to dirty junk
Lace tablecloths torn to rags
So many treasures destroyed
In the library she's read all the books
That are messy on the shelves, the pages withering with time
In the dining room the china is smashed
Table and chairs gathering cobwebs
Pink sugar faded to brown
Outside the flowers are swarmed with weeds
She picks them gracefully with slender hands
The forest lays before her but the gate is locked
And she's too weak to climb it
This place is a broken castle to her
Even though it keeps her in pain
She finds so much beauty in this fairytale prison