My father once told me a story
Of a princess in a faraway castle
Golden hair; silk dress.
And when I walked into my sixth grade classroom, I found that princess
Sitting in the row across from me
I knew because all the boys gaped
And looked at her like a queen
She had no crown, but I loved her still
And she loved me.
When the dark clouds rolled across the sky,
She was there; slaying the sniveling dragons
That roamed the caves of my head.
While I had no silver armor to cover my chest,
Hers marveled and gleamed against the sun.
She was a knight with flowers in her hair.
But days turned to months and months to years.
And my lovely princess began to wither grey
Her armor cracked; her sword turned to dust
Her golden hair no longer shined; but I still stood by her side
And when the prince fled the castle, she was left all alone.
With a goblet of poison by her side.
They called her a beautiful tragedy,
But how can a tragedy be beautiful?
Her blue eyes were beautiful
But not the dagger in her heart.
In the dark, I held her hand
Across the bridge we walked,
Into a world completely unknown.
But I promised myself, that no matter what
I would never let go.