She opens a door made out of gold
To enter a room,let mysteries unfold
There awaits a spindle shiny and small
She pricks her finger,falls asleep in the hall.

Enchanted and blissful
"Sleep in peace oh you beautiful!!!"
Sings in her dreams a demon in disguise
Embracing her soul with all beautiful lies.

Now you are thinking a prince will come
The roses will bloom the bees will hum
Dear it's my story read with all your heart
The princes are nothing but mirage in desert.

So,she tames the demon and away it flies
She laughs in pleasure and opens her eyes
She was weak but now she has faith
For she is the one to save her till death.
© Ananya