Once Upon A Time

Once upon a Time…

Not long ago or far away....
In a castle made of stone....
I found myself a prisoner there....
In the tower all alone....

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Waiting for Prince Charming....
To come along and rescue me....
From a fire breathing dragon....
From my heartache and misery....

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Often I would pass the time....
Finding good within the day....
By smiling down at butterflies....
Or daydreaming life away....

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Other days I found myself....
Wondering whom to blame....
Maybe it should be the prince....
Or the dragon and his flame....

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And then one day I looked out....
Of my castle window and saw....
A beautiful white horse grazing....
Which came running to my call....

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The horse was standing steady....
At what seemed like miles below....
Then I realized I could save myself....
Just “jump” down to him and go....

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Then ride away into the world....
Upon a steed I have never ridden....
Imagine my worry, picture my fear....
For me, freedom was forbidden....

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The odds they were against me....
Like they always are of course....
What if my prince would come....
Then find me dead beside the horse....

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Right then and there I knew....
I could have always found a way....
But the bad choices of my past....
Remind me why I preferred to stay....

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Although I hated my tower of torture....
I was not afraid while waiting there....
Knowing someday my prince may come....
Made it so much easier to bare....

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I watched in agony, at the steed ....
As he grew tired then trotted away....
That was when, I began to focus....
On what haunts me to this day....

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Upon the side of that horse’s saddle....
Was a Royal Crest etched so deep....
The steed rode off into the sunset....
Leaving me to sorrowfully weep....

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Possibly the prince sent the steed....
To bring me to his side....
Or maybe he met his death....
By the fiery dragon’s pride....

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Either way I have lost my chance....
All hope is gone for sure....
And butterflies don’t seem so sweet....
Through a sad and teary blur....

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Not long ago or far away....
In a castle made of stone....
I find myself still prisoner here....
Through no fault but my own.

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~Laurabeth Stone...