By the light of the moon,
Sleeping Ugly in dress of snow,
Follows the path of midnight blue,
No whispers from dead trees heard,
Only mutterings of crumbling stone,
No flowers sway with the icy breeze,
But pose like swans of beauty,
Bird of night has silenced his song,
As silver stream lights her way,
Sleeping Ugly came from world of woe,
Now a lost soul with little desire,
Black raven in her lifeless hair,
Lips which shame the icy snow,
Frail hands which longed to touch,
Pale eyes of ocean searched for a meaning,
Skin pale and multi coloured,
With the battles young and old,
Here she now follows her path,
The cry of siren awoke her from eternal slumber,
She awoke cold and alone,
Knowing no one is coming for her,
Following path of which her tears formed,
To where she belongs in woe,
Where branches part and take her arm,
Escort her to the ocean cliff,
Feeling the paralysing air kiss her cheek,
And ocean spray caress her body,
One intimacy she believed,
Would come to her in life,
Now in her parting her desire fulfilled,
Dress of snow now melting,
Revealing the model she longed to be,
Embrace one last time with guiding wind,
Spread her arms to be her wings,
She left the cliff in a graceful leap,
Alone as she had ever been,
Floated down to ocean waves,
With a silent ripple she was gone,
Forever lost in ocean slumber
*A return from the depths of my journals, The Tale of TheSleepingUgly*
