The Princess Who Waits
In a small place she sits so prim,
Waiting and waiting in a room so dim.
Not knowing her fate be it triumph or demise,
Never thinking her future could be based off of lies.
Lies! Oh they creep and crawl and push their way in,
Past hope and light and truth-
Lies which never meant to be,
But slipped in oh so subtly.
She stands by a window in a place so dim,
Pacing and pacing she's waiting on him.
Why does he not come? Why does she wait?
She wonders and wonders as the hour grows late.
Why had they told her he would certainly come?
Years of waiting and waiting and still no one!
So why does she wait?
Why does she wait?
She can leave this room and finish her tale,
And not have to wait for her prince to prevail.
She can ignore the duty she feels in her heart,
And push past the fear of the unknown.
She could be the valiant hero,
The prim and proper lady,
Whomever she chooses-
But instead she turns,
Back into the dim,
The risk is too great-she'll wait on him.
He who never comes, sealing her fate-
Forever to be known as the princess who waits.