Her hair, a fan of gold around her head,
Her gentle breathing a soothing rhythm,
Cheeks pink, her rosebud mouth puckered to kiss,
Waiting for her prince.
One hundred years she’s lain there,
Miraculously protected from the ravages of time.
The castle hidden, overgrown with vegetation,
None have managed to overcome the obstacles.
Until now.
He steps into the chamber,
Tired, bloody and muddy from his battle
With demons engaged to contain The Prize within.
She sleeps, this Beauty of folklore.
His for want of a kiss.
On bended knee, he gently presses his lips to hers.
She wakes.
The metamorphosis was astounding.
‘WHAT KEPT YOU!!?‘
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chuckles….
🙂 Some light relief I thought
She was a sleeping beauty…doesn’t mean she’s a waking beauty…lol
exactly. I may do a follow up where he tries to kiss her and put her back under!
Lol…sounds interesting
Ha! So true for so many people!
Indeed
Have done the sequel ………………
I’ll check it out now
Hope you like it……………
I did indeed
great!
Too funny👏
haha
LOL! great job!
hehe
hahaha Hilarious! 🙂
Sometimes it is best to let sleeping ‘dogs’ lie! 🙂
Probably why she was made to sleep anyway!
For sure! 🙂
“Is it you?” she says “My handsome prince?”
I’ve been dreaming of you
I’ll be back in a minute so do please wait
Must check if my pee is still blue!
Cheeky!
🙂