The Princess Poem by Britt Veloso

Twisted glitter and gracious beads lay upon the princess's head gently
She cries and falls down the hill of her own making away from her lucidity
All the cards in her hand have dealt her improperly and she craves a feast of things that have not failed her
The ferocious sun begins to set on her crystal shoes and bracelets glimmering onto her sad face
Smeared red lips and glossy brown eyes are exposed on her body as her crown has tipped over on the trip uphill
The last few putrefying steps to the top are not without gruesome fortitude and grit but upon her last leap she reaches the top finding no prince or loot but complete freedom and a vast liberty chucked into her soul
The princess has realized her life just started, not as a princess but a warrior beast with gentle tendencies and an aggressive autonomy forever more.