The Candle flickers as the clock winds,
The young Princess sits on her bed as the shackles around her hands bind.
A death trap lies above her bed.
A mallet tied with rope just waiting to smash her head.
She waits for her prince to come,
But that's like waiting for the chatty to be mum.
She sees only one way to make it out of this alive; she must escape and she has to be conniving.
The sun comes up on almost a perfect day, but if she can't escape another night she awaits.
The evildoer leaves her for a fight.
She has to act quickly and take flight.
Seeing that her shackles will never give she must find a tool to pry them loose. No use another day is lost, but the Prince arrives to cut that cost.
He forces the binds off with one single move.
The princess asks him how he got there in time. His reply was short and sweet. I wound the clock back.
2007-08-03
04:13:07
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