A Twist

Every day she sits, gazing out her window.

Patintly waiting for her knight in shining amor.

Lonely and Depressd she waits,

She knows the day will come, its fate.

Sent away locke up forever in a tower,

Staring at the wilting flowers.

Until the desined day to come,

She sits quietly in her lonesome.

Deep inside the woods a prince travels,

His destiny soon to be unravled.

Eagerly looking for adventure,

He stumbles upon a decomposing tower,

The prince, young and curious, does not cower.

He climbs up not knowing what to expect.

As he enters a room he sees a woman laying on a bed.

She is dead.



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