My castle hidden
All the creatures slumbering -
Dormant, my kingdom
Tormented waiting
One hundred years' solitude
Shall it ever end?
Trees, brambles, dark thorns
Nearly impenetrable
My Prince, where are you?
Eyelids closed, restless
I hunger to awaken
I moisten my lips
My skin, so lonely
I offer my surrender
How long must I bide?
Desolation nears,
A kernel of hope remains -
Break the spell: kiss me.
This haunting image of Sleeping Beauty was found here.
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