13 December 2012
There was once a girl who lived in a dungeon, Chained up and slumped on the floor, This dungeon was all she had ever known, And all she ever wanted was a little bit more.
Maybe a hug from her mother, Maybe the brush of a breeze, Maybe a new beginning, Maybe some nice memories.
The little girl would always imagine, Of a future so warm and bright, She was a princess; beautiful, sparkling and strong, A warrior in her own true right.
The little girl would live her dream daily, Her chains became her own locks of hair! The floor, why it was a rustling meadow, Standing strong, she felt no shame or despair.
One day the little girl opened up her eyes, And saw that her chains were gone! Led before her was a beautiful, shining suit of armour, So brilliant and unbelievably strong.
Over to the magical suit she crawled, Her bones hurt and her hair was a mess, But she climbed right in, stood up and shouted out: I am the warrior princess!
The suit began to shake, To fall apart and break, "Oh no!" The princess exclaimed. It fell to the floor Where she stood in awe At her body that was no longer maimed.
She touched her skin, It was glowing from within, Hair stroked her shoulders like grasses in a field, And as she clutched her heart in utter amazement, Instead she was found clutching a shield.
The princess walked over to the dungeon wall, Watched it disintegrate before her, And what was left, in its very place Was the world she had imagined when she was smaller.
The Warrior Princess • Opuss № I