Princess Raven Hair


In a coffin of gold and glass,
There a princess lay,
Surrounded by little men
With whom she’d used to play,
With raven hair and cheeks so white,
That snow could never compare
To that of the princess with raven hair
There she lay, cold in grave
Waiting for a love never to exist.
For a curse was placed,
As evil and twisted as the curser,
With whom her home was shared.
For the curser was a queen, her stepmother no less
Who’s intentions were less than pure,
For she concocted a curse, of which had no cure
She took the princesses waking hours,
With, but a single bite
For the princess with the raven hair,
Shall open her eyes no more

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