Sleeping Beauty

Gazing into a glass

Case I see the princess

Awaiting a savior

A kiss

To wake her from

Her slumber

Embellished with dew

As though with crystal

Her sepulcher beckons

My touch

I am not your prince

The glass is cold like

Ice preserving her youth

I am not your prince

The rise and fall of

The faintest breaths, her

Ashen skin aglow

I am not your prince

So gentle, a soul which

Rest within

In slumber she will remain