Sleeping Beauty   2 comments

by Elizabeth Huff

She hides her face in restless sleep.

Uneasy dreams haunt her thoughts.

Her prince still fights outside the keep,

to make it to his love long-lost.

Inside only mice would dare to peek,

in empty rooms and shadowed halls.

The dragon steps forward to block his way.

The prince draws shiny, stainless steel.

A lunge, a parry, a horse’s neigh,

and a dragon’s last dying squeal.

Only a few obstacles between them lay,

and then, at last, a chance to heal.

He comes upon a wall of thorns,

too high to climb, too thick to pass.

Again he draws the weapon borne

through so much strife and tragic last

times, for which innocents mourn.

Sad victims who do not fight the past.

The sword strikes upon the tangled vine,

and magic makes it heavily rust.

The thorns mark skin dark with grime.

Gone his chance to do what he must.

And drunk with poison, he feels his time.

Another corpse lies in the dust.


Posted April 7, 2012 by Elizabeth Huff in Poetry

Tagged with , , , ,

2 responses to “Sleeping Beauty

Subscribe to comments with RSS.

  1. Have you ever considered about including a little bit more than just your articles? I mean, what you say is fundamental and all. But imagine if you added some great graphics or video clips to give your posts more, “pop”! Your content is excellent but with pics and video clips, this site could certainly be one of the very best in its niche. Terrific blog!

Tell Me What You Think!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: