Cerulean Princess

In your essence you are divine
Not borne of humans but of kinder folk.
All the stars twinkle not to
Give light to this dastardly, cynical world
But to give light to the path you follow
As your tiptoes murmur afoot the dark forest’s ground

The drums rumble behind you as you run,
Their highs and lows dictate your life
As you flee in fright
Your white frock billowing
As your night dark hair flies behind you
Sheathing you from unwanted eyes,
Hiding the slim form beneath as
You run with all your might.

The trees part to give you a way to escape,
Leaves flutter to hide your marks,
In the cold, dry dirt
It’s almost morning light.
Your face torn
Blood streaks upon your dress
Tell of a recent skirmish with a knight.

Your sword is safe in its sheath once again.
What’s left of your ashy wings spread
And twinkle in the starry light
The night wind caresses your stark white face
But you do not cry because
All around you the faeries sing to comfort thee.

Hope has guided you thus far, my dear.
Behold, the North Star has given you a way
At the edge of the forest lies the Bermuean Sea
There’s no other escape now than a quick demise.
The cliff is but a permanent escape
The jagged rocks and angry sea but seal that fate.

Your cerulean eyes are mystified
The gods have given you immortality
Why take those steps to undo such a gift?
When your lover, impaled upon his own sword,
Your parents, royals of no truer blood, have been smouldered,
All your sisters and brothers, cousins and aunts have been killed

Their faces screaming in pain assault your vision
Your homeland is no longer home
Banished, exiled and death awaits you   
What shall you do but concede to death?
There’s no other way out…
So you shall pull your sword from your sheath
The faeries sing a worrisome tune in silent defeat
As you slice the sword through your hair
And whimpering in pain cut what’s left of your wings.
The faeries cry as they assemble around you
Little, twinkling lights
They’ll guide you through tonight.