The lost princess
captured in her tower,
who had huge dreams
and a driblet of ink..

to write those majestic poems
she made friends with squirrels and Ravens
that would run and fly
to bring some fruits
so she could make the dye
and continue her art...

the way she was crafted
it was just pure art
the witch however
never understood this part

she wanted the princess
to be elegant and beautiful
so when the prince married her
she could live her life in the castle
as her mother!

she wanted to be a queen
but her karma made her witch
so she stole the princess
to claim the fate never meant for her

When the witch found
the princess was a poetess
she tore all the beauty
away into pieces

the princess cried and cried
but the world could never see
'cauze she was locked in the tower
because of the witchs' jealously

The raven sat on her writing desk
held the brush and said
"oh my princess why do you cry,
witches will be witches
don't let your tearholes go dry"

the princess shot up from the ground
and asked the Raven
"oh dear Raven
how do you speak
creatures like you
don't have the power of speech"

then the raven flew to her
handed the brush
and changed to a fairy

"oh my lovely princess
the king always searched for you
i'm your friend, a fairy godmother
I saw you in distress
still your poetry was best
I could have taken you away
but didn't want to bring the king to you
because the poetry you wrote out of struggle, was so beautiful !
I couldn't have disturbed you until you were prepared for the battle"

"am I prepared now?"
asked the princess,
who stood there in an aw until

"yes my love you are ready
you can have your own wings!
these wings, that crave to fly
in the beautiful sky
my magic wasn't enough
but your passion is more magical"

the fairy casted a spell
and pretty white wings unfolded
behind the pretty princess
she lept out of the window
and flew to the infinite skies above

exploring all the beauty
she ever craved for
the beautiful skies,
the trees the grass

"I have so much to write about
and yet so much to explore
I dont belong to the king,
not to the witch anymore,
I shall live where no one hinders me,
holds me tight to themselves
or hides me,
i'll live in the forest
where no one finds me
with a raven and some squirrels
who could bring me fruits
and feel my poetry"

© Weirdo