And the girl was left there in the night
dreaming and wishing and whispering prayers,
A tiara of fantasy adorned her noble head
and the starlight reminisced and wept throughout her soul.
and out there in the night, the wind blew kisses
landing softly on her pretty lips.
but it was the moonlight that gave her away
as it swam and shimmered glowing in her tears.
And somewhere there were eyes empty and cold that watched
and she prayed the walls would disappear,
but the shadows grew longer as the walls grew higher
and she shivered in the cold where she made her wishes
but the man remained still and cold, only watching.
And when she grew old and frail from the night,
her dreams falling left and right,
the man finally showed a single emotion,
a snarl upon his lip in satisfaction,
as the starlight finally faded and the windblown kisses
blew through the cracks where her soul was splintered,
and still she stood there, beneath the night
sinking slowly beneath the earth, to lie in wait
for the light and warmth to thaw her sweet frozen prince.
She stayed inside the cavern the earth had made
with her tiara balanced just so with smudges of dirt
and stains of grass upon her dress,
mourning her love and her life and wishing and praying
and making new songs for the universe to hear,
sending her love in wave after wave
til one day her prince will remember
and rescue her from her melancholy.