A Fairy Tale
Written September 5, 2012
Revised on March 15, 2013
By: Kristen Sassafras Bean
Every story starts with
Long ago and far away,
Or Once upon a time.
These stories always remind us
Of a Happier time
That “Long Ago” line
Still makes me tremble like a leaf
Wanting to know if the handsome Prince Charming
has come to save the foolish young girl
A girl that seemed very much like me
Always shy and afraid of everything
But wanting to change anything
Who tries to defy the evil queen
That girl that loved the simplest of things
She always let herself be rescued
Instead of taking a sword and cutting herself free
And ends up with her heart in her hands
To the nearest wealthy Prince Charming.
This girl seemed to have that life
But what never occurred to me was
That she caused her own suffering
And seemed to choose the path of least resistance
She let this villain take her away
But one thing I can give her
Is she had hope and faith
That someone would save her
Someone would love her
Someone would defeat the wicked heiress
Yet the Once Upon a Time
Always felt like autumn
Like a feeling of fresh air
She never let herself be a victim
She may have had the Prince Sincere
Instead of the Charming Cheating Prince
He helped her defend her life
She fought and tired until she succeeded
The Lady toke that sword and cut her bonds
Even if it meant cutting her ties to her family
It was worth it to fight the evil ahead
And she always found the truest of true love
A broken heart in the end
A head spin of “wait what?”
Do you mean you never had faith in me?
No hope or forgiveness or grace
That long ago far way was a lie.
That story of love and happy endings was a falsity
You used me to get what you wanted.
So these bards would never sing my name
But they will sing yours,
The Prince Charming.
The charming Prince that saved the Damsel
Who could not fight because she was frightened?
The girl who gave herself to that jerk
That girl that wishes she had the “Once Upon a Time”
But she always had hope like the Once upon a time Woman.
But maybe she thought “that is how they are made.”
From victim to heroin
From pretty girl to beautiful woman
From servant to queen
She of royalty or of the Amazon trees.
The lady always was the woman I wanted to be.
So it be the “Long Ago and Far away”
Or the “Once Upon a Time”
I will make my own story.
That causes children to tremble with excitement of leaves
Or with the feeling of autumn
A breath of fresh free air
A story to spin the tale of two people
Unlikely lovers that help defend
And defeat the Evil and Darkness ahead
The story of victim and pretty girl,
To the brave, strong, beautiful Lady.
The lines of fairy tales...