I slept for a hundred years before you arrived,
With your sweet nothings and dragon by your side.
I thought I had locked the tower doors and sealed the window shut.
I thought the thorns outside were sharp enough to keep your sort out,
but you were determined to interrupt my slumber.
For a hundred years I soundly slept.
All of that time I dreamt.
I dreamt I was the commander of a fleet of fairies.
I dreamt that I was a pirate whose presence made sharks tremble,
I dreamt that I was a giant with swords for fingernails.
Tell me Prince Charming can you compensate for the worlds you have stolen?
I suppose I should choose a suitable sunset,
and run with you into it.
I suppose we should gallop through the forest on your horse.
Then I will leave my bed for yours.
Now I shan’t sleep for a hundred years.
You put a stop to that with your kiss.
In time my dreams will cease.
I will be remembered as ‘that sleeping beauty.’
And when they tell my story they will neglect to mention,
that I was once a commander, a pirate and giant.