The Real Me: In the Light I Sit (Part 3 of the "evernightly" Series)
sitting in a circle of white light,
i wait for my prince to come;
i found him at the masquerade last night,
we shared our kisses,
he grew attached by looking into my eyes,
he left when the sun rose,
i have a form to travel in such brightness,
but i am banned from the world of the day,
i was banned when i first became what i am,
so here i sit, in a shaft of sun,
waiting and sitting for my prince to come.
i am in my human form,
the sun doesn't burn,
what is not the norm.
Copyright © Princess Corazon | Year Posted 2010
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