• There was no spindle
    On which I pricked my finger
    No poisoned apple
    From which I took a bite
    Nothing
    To cause me to slip in to the dark
    Nothing
    Save for the oppression
    The depression
    And the hate
    That I tried to fight off
    Each and everyday
    But I wasn't strong enough
    I grew weak
    I grew tired
    A gray film
    Covered my eyes
    And though I did not sleep
    In a glass coffin
    Or in the highest tower
    I closed my eyes to the world
    To the wicked
    That seemed to always prevail
    Cold and stiff
    And no one mourned
    No one cared
    But then
    Out of the distance
    Out of the dark
    You came
    You didn't sit upon a white steed
    Shining in armor
    Wearing a golden crown
    But you woke me
    From my slumber
    You became my prince
    And with the oldest cliche
    With true love's kiss
    You fought away the darkness
    You saved me
    From a fate worse than death
    Strong and brave
    With a smile that could kill
    My hero
    That for so long I had waited for
    You became
    So my dark fairy tale
    Can now have a happily ever after