I lay in wake upon the floor,the air a summer haze
I stare in earnest at the door,longing in my gaze
The air is hot and humid,I wait for my Prince to arrive
The room darkens, my fear grows, I wait for my demise
The flowers in the room,once so pure and bright, darken, fade, dying
Weeping for their fragile lives, all are lost and crying
I want to scream through my tightened throat, but Death does have a grip
I grab the dagger, drink the poison, just one tantalizing sip
My eyes glaze over, my heart pounds, I have no control
I pierce my heart,down the toxins,condemn my damned soul
I tear off the crown,rip the dress,lay sobbing on the ground
The room bursts into life but I see no sights, I hear not a sound
I don't know where I am right now, confusion clouds my mind
Puzzlement does proceed to kill me, most unkind
Steadily, I climb to my feet, I see the vast world around
But all there is, is this dark room, and a crimson stained crown