I slept for a hundred years before you arrived,
with your sweet nothings and dragon by your side.
I thought I had locked the tower doors and sealed the windows shut.
I thought the thorns outside were sharp enough to keep your kind out,
but you were determined to interrupt my slumber.
For a hundred years I soundly slept,
all of that time I dreamt.
I dreamt I was the commander of a fleet of fairies.
I dreamt I was a pirate who sliced sharks stomachs.
I dreamt that I was a giant with swords for fingernails.
Tell me Prince Charming can you compensate for the worlds you have stolen?
I suppose I should choose a suitable sunset,
and run with you into it.
I suppose we should gallop through the forest on your horse,
then I will leave my bed for yours.
Now I shan't sleep for a hundred years,
you put a stop to that with your kiss.
In time my dreams will cease,
and I will be remembered as that sleeping beauty.
When they tell my story they will neglect to mention,
that I was once a commander, a pirate and a giant.