Gold threads,
They suspend behind me.
Everywhere,
My hair.

She is gone, thankfully.
She means nothing to me.
She has locked me up,
And given me nothing but imprisonment.

I hear the voice.
Oh, the sweet sounding voice,
Of my Prince.

The threads unravel down to the earth,
And I reel them back up,
Now holding a man,
In their flourishing nest.

I’m going to marry him,
When he takes me from the tower.
But now we must be cautious.

When the cloak of night falls,
I treasure how he removes his,
And mine.
It’s nothing I have ever experienced before.
It’s magical.


She comes by day.
He comes by night.
She darkens my days,
But as the darkness falls,
He somehow illuminates it.

My dresses constrict me.
I struggle to breathe.
I’m not sure why.
I tell her,
She screams.

I am with child.
My moon and stars child,
Grows inside of me.

My gold chains are severed,
To be replaced,
By a prison of golden grain.

My children come later,
My life and light, a boy and girl.
I wish he was here.
They remind me of him.
It makes me want to claw my heart out.

What has she done to him?

But, we see him one day,
And I weep the pure water of miracles.
And at last he sees,
The thorny gaze removed,
And he stops stumbling.

He takes us back,
To his palace of gold.
But this time,
I am free.