Sleeping Beauty

A magic unspoken;
a spell that is broken.
Away flies her dreams into silver streaked skies.
A girl that has woken
by kiss, just a token
of love from a prince who has tears in his eyes.

Forgotten thorns scattered
on earth; nothing mattered,
His flesh bramble-caught, pulled taut till it tore
His heart pitter-pattered.
A glass coffin shattered;
shard diamonds glittered the dress that she wore.

The sun blessed them both
as the pair plight their troth;
away slid the brambles at first light of dawn.
For love and their oath
had banished the growth
from the curse cast in past, so wickedly sworn.