Sleeping Beauty - Grimm (Fairytale/Reality)

Sleeping Beauty


She lay an infant there'in her cradle
That rocked along the skin of sable'

Laughter rocked around the castle
Celebrating the new addition to Basle,

In her cradle sucked her hand
As the pleasantries did come in grand

The tenth promised beauty
But never with snooty,

Greed was not in her eyes
Good fortune among wealth such surprise-

Fortune another-
Which by far pleased her mother,

Until the doors busted forward
And in so straight forward
Uninvited Thirteen
Came in to sneer at the Queen

She pointed her finger
Her eyes didn't linger,
On the sweet child
Her eyes big and wild,
She growled a curse-
As she clutched to fur purse,
Leather gloves tight
Her voice emitted fright

"When the child is but fifteen,
Rugged years of skank and lean,
She'll prick her finger on the wheel-
Of a spindle as last oak feel,
And then drop down to her death
Without room to take last breath."

And so she stormed on out the way,
As the heels of the Queen did sway
In dizzy disarray fair and quick
A fairy god mother felt so sick
And to soften sentence which she must,
She moved the words to her adjust-
That when the girl did prick her finger,
100 more years her breath would linger
Before the fair dame opened her eyes
The world on moving, she'd finally rise

And so the day was lost fairly mere
The words once spoken lost their fear
The years that happened went by so fast
As the princess grew in despite her past,
And beautiful she surely was
She seemed devoid of any flaws
Her body lean her skin so pale
At nothing she did seem to fail-
Her cheeks were blushed in lightest rose,
And many gentlemen spoke in prose-
The girls would bat their thinner eyes
But the young men looked towards Brier Rose sighs,
They were after all just young men
And she was the albino Ren-
Beautiful sure purity
So there eyes latched onto thee

But then fifteenth year came to,
And exploring abyss of serene blue
The things she had bored her mind,
So she left them quick behind
The King and Queen went out a bit
Never-minding how Brier was with wit,
And so she came to a new tower
Against the gray walls she seemed such a flower-
She saw an old lady leaned over a wheel
Such exquisite object made her heart lightly squeal
As soon as her fingers brushed across the wood
There was barely a moment she silently stood
And sway broke her onto the floor
The King and Queen had just stepped in door,
And in slumber all around
The castle was devoid of sound
As everyone fell into faint
Against the curse there was no restraint

Around the castle each silent day,
The thorns overtook all the gray
So in contrast of the palest alabaster
The thorn bushes grew that much faster

Year by year they slept in rest,
No idea of all the rest-
And 100 years had passed by when,
A young man heard of their chagrin
And to the castle wall he fought
The princess' prism what he sought-
And threw the empty click of tile
He pocketed his sword with a smile
To the floor on where she lay,
As down dripped the quiet day
And as his lips pressed onto Brier
100 years collided dire,

Her eyes opened bright and naive
As all the fairy-tales seem to weave,
And they mistook him as her true love-
When his perversion fell above
But blind eyes shut to all of that
And he was mistook in combat
His scratches from the thorns were healed
And his ego he of course did yield,
No one knew of his intention
His ex of all abstention
And the wedding day was set
His cruelty was left in no debt,
He was praised for his sick mind-
And one hundred fifteen years ago left behind
Of her first day in the world
When the godmother unfurled
The curse in which she'd been stuck
Because this is Grimm Fiction on honest luck,
And so Brier Rose married the pervert
Their minds lost to all alert
The words say Happily Ever After
In their sick and mocking laughter,
Because in their own strange way
The evil fairy had last say-