In Twilight's Shroud
In a castle veiled in twilight's shroud,
A princess sleeps, her fate unbowed.
Enchanted slumber, a curse so deep,
In the heart of dreams, where shadows creep.
A spindle's kiss, a venomous sting,
A cursed fate, an eternal spring.
Silken threads of time unwind,
As thorns of sorrow twist and bind.
The castle walls, a fortress gray,
Echo with the whispers of the fey.
A hundred years, a kingdom mourns,
As Sleeping Beauty in stasis adorns.
Her eyes closed tight, her breath held still,
Trapped in a nightmare, an endless chill.
Yet in the shadows, secrets seep,
A tale of woe, of promises to keep.
A prince arrives, with armor gleaming,
Through the thorns, his path redeeming.
A fateful kiss, a desperate plea,
To break the chains of destiny.
But curses linger, and darkness clings,
A legacy of sorrow, as the raven sings.
The princess wakes, but not to light,
In the fractured realm of eternal night.
The kingdom weeps, its joy replaced,
By the bitter taste of time erased.
A beauty marred by the sleep so deep,
In the haunting tale of the sleeping beauty, weep.