Sleeping beauty

A young girl

Fated since birth

To die

One her christening

Fairies came

To give her gifts

Of beauty, charm, and grace

Then the uninvited came

The evil swept through

And cursed the girl

To die

Then the one unspoken fairy stood up

She changed the curse

Instead of death

A hundred years off sleep

Unaware of her fate

The young girl grew

Everything she lived for and loved

Could be gone with a single drop of blood

She turned into a beautiful young woman

Suitors came from near and far
Asking for her hand

She turned them all down

Then the perfect prince came

Well everyone thought he was perfect

The princess knew what he really was

Connected, ignorant, cold

The day before the wedding

If by chance and maybe not

She pricked her finger

Before the drop of blood

She was gone

Cursed to sleep a hundred years

Until loves first kiss awakes the princess

Under the spell

Peasants and royalty a like slept

Over the years a wall of briar roses grew

Keeping out the untrue

Only the chose could pass through

Many tried

But they all died

Killed amongst the thorns

Tales of a princess

Of surpassing beauty

Reached the ears of the low and high

Years passed and the country fell into ruin

It was conquered

And crushed

Hero's came from near and far

Seeking entrance to the forbidden castle

Finally in the hundredth year

A prince came

He was the third son of King Victor

Tall, with light red hair and sea green eyes

He was the chosen one

With confidence he strode up

Towards the briar wall

Before he could draw his sword

The thorny vines drew away

Forming a hall

Awed he walked through

He gazed in wonder at the ancient grounds

Ivy and climbing roses covered the walls

The big oak doors

Saw him approach and opened

The chosen one is here

The sound of his feet

Echoed around

Mingled with the crunching of leaves

The patter of small feet and the winding breeze

Everything was coated in a thick layer of dust

Cobwebs and nest littered the floor

The throne room

One great and glorious

Now filled with unmoving people

Once vibrant banners

Reduced to rags of gray

Instinct told him to keep going

He climbed the grand staircase

Up and up and up

Through corridors

Large and small

Till he came to a door

It was carved

Of finest cherry wood

With intricate silver handles and hinges

Tarnished with age

But still strong

Gently he pushed the door open

Dust motes flew in the air

Aroused from there long slumber

Sunlight streamed through the window

Unhindered by ragged curtains

Something caught his eye

Sunrays hit brown black curls

Sinking in soaking it up

A girl lay on the bed

Wearing a faded maroon dress

It spread in pools of silk

Mixing with her hair and the blankets

He lowered his lips to her

As he did her eyes flew open

They were bottomless pits

Strom grey, calm blue, and curious green

She sat up on the bed and smoothed her skirts

The curse broken

Around then the castle started to wake up

Animals stretched and yawned

People rubbed their eyes

Dust and cobwebs disappeared

As did the briar wall

People outside of the castle watched in amazement

It was coming back to life

The ivy and roses firmly refused

To be moved from their perches

The magic let them be

As it swept through the halls

The prince and the princess

Walked down to the great hall

To meet their subjects

And they lived happily ever after

THE END

This is my version about sleeping beauty.