Princess, Princess

Softly like a bell jingling in the breeze

And as blunt as an arrow

Rebounding off a tree

Are her voice and attitude

Both truly fair

And much appreciated by her Prince Charming

But only as soon as his steed and he

Can bother to be there

Months, go by, others days and weeks

And she stays put

Patiently swaying in the breeze

Like a peony she grows delicate

As if by such as a mere sneeze

Could snuff out her existance

And as you please, she leaves

With velvet slipers upon her feet

She scales her own tower, only in reverse

She defeats the dragon, kills the witch

This princess takes down her own curse

Without a hitch she walks on and on

More pincesses escape

And now the princes must wait

They giggle and play

With the nymphs and the elves

Altogether free always better never worse

And when they go

This time to save a prince

They take with them

A magic in the air

They leave some behind

Magic twinkles by the jars in the shelves

Knowing not a princess will ever

Give into fate

And never again was there a prince

Who would ever dare be late