The Lost Princess

deep in the woods where shadows creep where tangled vines in silence sleep a princess walks with weary tread a crown of thorns upon her head her name was whispered, then was gone like morning mist at break of dawn a cradle lost, a fate unwound no kingdom left, no king was found the stars once swore to guide her home but silent now, they do not glow the trees that hummed a lullaby now whisper secrets, low and dry a silver wraith with hollow grin sings come, my dear, and step within his voice is sweet, his hands are cold his teeth like pearls, his eyes like gold but princess knows—she does not fall for fates are written, dark and small she turns away, her path unknown a princess lost, yet not alone for in the night, the old ones stir the woods still hum a song for her a crown of thorns, a fate untold a heart of fire, bright and bold