The Black Briar Bush
The roses creep high on the castle wall
The gate hangs loose
Lets the sky high flags fall
The towers they tremble on their rocky thrones
But refuse to come down
They're the castles hard bones
Notice the air unmoving yet creeping
It fills the halls
The breath of the sleeping
The stairs made of stones not soft wood
They can not creak
But they would if they could
The door drifts open before the stirrings can creak it
The quietness speaks
But can you still reach it?
She lies on the bed her hair a splayed mess
Beware
The sleeping princess
