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The fairytale life was not all she hoped it to be. |
Fairytale life, once a dream, has now become her reality. The prince came riding his noble steed. On bended knee, wedding ring in hand, he promised her riches and gowns, perchance even a crown. Every poor girls' fairytale. Happily, she accepted him, forsaking the old life for a chance at a happy ending. Little could she suspect another destiny waited within the high castle walls. A life caged in stone quietly living un- happily. Freedom the princess craved. To fly above the royal guard, away from the prince's silken chains. On wings of simple hopes and torn dreams. To speak again without reproach, her tongue tasting once more a morsel of freedom. Fairytale dreams are no more. Under falling twilight the princess saw her final escape. Clutching handfuls of white satin and lace, she cast off her cursed glass slippers. Barefoot, smiling, she fled - running from her fairytale. Line Count: 36 Entry for "TLC -- Try your Luck Contest!!" Ricatmeter Pure Form: (2/4/6/8/10/8/6/4/2 syllables per stanza) 3rd Place - "TLC -- Try your Luck Contest!!" |