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Authors Note: This is a sad twist to the Sleeping Beauty story. I just
wondered what would have happened if her prince hadn't come. I know it's
not very good, and the rhyming is awful, but I like it anyway, and hope you
do too.
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Sleeping
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I'm not beautiful
That much I know
Although I may have been
A lifetime ago
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For centuries I lay here
Awaiting a prince unknown
But no one appeared
Now all is overgrown
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As for the spell of my youth
It has long since waned
But I live growing old
And to this castle enchained
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My hair has no shine
It's colour has faded
Strands drooping feebly
Where once they cascaded
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My face gathers wrinkles
Like flowers from a meadow
Cheeks, no longer like roses,
But ashen and sallow
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I do nothing, but sleep
A deep restless slumber
And a simple bedroom
Has become a death chamber
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