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Locked in a tower closed to the sun
I waited for Prince Charming to come.
Ten years I wasted, alone all along,
My only company a bird and its song.
Before it occurred to me-I shouldn’t wait;
By now he’d have been here-it must be too late.
“I’ll escape on my own! Yes, this I can do!
I need no prince! I’ll be a hero too!”
I summoned the sentry, used my sweet charm;
‘fore long I had him alone and unarmed.
I knocked him unconscious (it wasn’t hard-
Men are dull-witted when they let down their guard!)
I donned his armor, sword and shield.
Identity, then, completely concealed
I fled down the stairs and was met by more guards.
“The prisoner’s escaped! On her way to the yard!”
Alarmed by my warning, they ran where I told.
“I’ll tell the wizard! He’ll want to know!”
Unchecked and unhindered, I ran to the gate.
Alas! There, I was met by that snake!
The wizard himself, in a terrible guise-
A winged dragon with claws, and red rage in his eyes.
Around him a storm crashed, matching his anger.
Under his control, it presented some danger.
“Princess, wait!” I heard through the wind’s blast.
A frown on my face, I turned, aghast.
The prince, it seemed, finally made an appearance.
I scowled at his timing, and direct interference.
“How could you do this? I had it under control!
I don’t believe this! You’re such a…troll!”
“Sorry Princess, but to me it seems
You’re not much of a fighter-leave the dragon to me.”
Smiling at my outburst, he drew his sword and ran.
I stared, shocked-he was a courageous man.
I watched the fiery battle with gritted teeth
And stayed, despite the storm and the heat.
Their weapons clashed again and again-
At first I thought the dragon would win.
But the storm finally calmed; the dragon was dead.
With one final blow, he hewed off its head.
The prince stumbled toward me-I could tell he was hurt.
I helped him recover-I owed him that work.
“Well,” he said, once he could speak,
“What do you think about coming with me?”
“My journey’s just started!” I said with regret.
“I just don’t think I can quit yet.”
“I understand, I won’t ruin your fun.”
And with that I strode off, into the sun