Every night she stepped out in the breezy night.
Covered from top to bottom in haze.
Just to get the taste of the life, she always dreamt of
She was emotional and fragile.
Waiting for a magical regime
Then one day she stopped going out
Likely her dreams ended
She was given a sword to fight the world
Of the cruel monsters she had never heard
She thought it was her right
They appreciated her for the fight.
But
Reality was no more than a plight.
She kept fighting the terror, bold and brave
But forgot to kill the ones inside who shared sins that were grave
Then one day a knight in shining armour appeared
She thought it was splendid to have him near
Like the sturdy books of fairytale say.
She eagerly waited for him to take the bait.
But he did nothing but played
Grabbed her sword and faked
Took her out again
But left in the rain
Made her a princess of one night
For shame.
And the world hissed and took away her sword
No more a shiny armour, no more rewards
And the world outside she admired once turned into hell
The breeze took her away into the bloody past, the night she had yelled.
They asked her to give up her fight.
She was again inside, this time they said she was no more bold and no more right.