Prince Charming is a fair-haired swordsman who
Slays giant spiders in his chain-mail suit.
She covets from a distant tower, blue
And puffing on her roughly whittled flute.
She recognizes that her curse is grim,
That other captive princesses exist.
Their eyes are sparkling gems while hers are dim;
Their lips are painted, ready to be kissed.
The devil's song has robbed her of her hopes,
Has mangled all her fantasies to bits.
She fashions from her blankets makeshift ropes
And clambers down with her own strength and wits.
Awaiting her below: a ruby gaze,
The man she's loved — who'll love her — for all days.