A girl was born in a land of power
magic, beauty and peace.
And to celebrate the new born one,
Three fairy came to bless her.
The first gave her beauty,
like a flower in bloom
the second, a voice of an angel
to sing with every day
But as the third went to give hers
a blinding flash lit up the room
And with a smile full of hate
the girl was cursed to die
at sixteen she would see a wheel
and prick her finger once
and never breathe another breath
leaving a kingdom to mourn.
The third fairy brushed a tear away:
this curse she could not break
instead she changed just one little thing
True love would wake the girl.
Years passed and those there that day
forgot the curse that was set
Until the birthday sixteen years later...
...when a spinning wheel was a present for the girl.
Before a warning could be shouted
The girl gasped as she hit the floor
Still breathing, barely
but asleep for what seemed to be ever more.
A hundred year passed and
the girls family died
She was left to sleep forever
in a building of growing ivy.
Until one day, with a flash of a sword
An explorer started to fight
his way through the brambles
up to the front door: which opened with a creak.
Up the winding stairs he went
wondering what he would find
until at the top he came to a halt
A dark fairy stood in his way.
The fairy smiled and let him past
to see the sleeping girl
But as he went to stroke her hair
A stabbing pain pulled him back.
He glanced down to see red
seeping though his shirt
and he looked up shocked
to see a face, smiling down on him.
True love, the fairy whispered
is an interesting thing.
Until you know it, it means nothing
but with a glance, you life can change
The explorer faded in and out
knowing his time had come to pass
and not knowing why he had to,
he kissed the sleeping girl before he died.
And as his eyes closed, hers opened,
and with that, both hearts broke
For to know true love for a second and loose it
That was the dark fairies true curse.