Glass Prison

Once upon a shadowed night,

Beneath the pale moonlight,

Where whispers of secrets creep,

In the forest, lost souls weep.

In a kingdom far away,

Where dreams and nightmares play,

A princess trapped in glass so cold,

With a heart of rust, her story unfolds.

She kept her fears tucked tight,

Wishing for the dawn's soft light,

But darkness is a cloak she wears,

Unraveling the truth, the tale ensnares.

Oh, sing me the song of the raven's flight,

Where love turns to ash in the dead of night,

In gardens where roses bleed their thorns,

This is the tale where hope is torn.

A handsome prince with a wicked grin,

With his heart of stone, he pulls her in,

A poisoned apple, a kiss of fire,

Will she embrace the dark desire?

Fingers grasping at the light,

But shadows dance in endless night,

She dreams of freedom, but fate's cruel hand,

Turns fairy dust to grains of sand.

Oh, sing me the song of the raven's flight,

Where love turns to ash in the dead of night,

In gardens where roses bleed their thorns,

This is the tale where hope is torn.

And whispers through the trees proclaim,

That love can turn to endless pain,

The mirror cracks, revealing lies,

In fairytales where truth often dies.

Oh, sing me the song of the raven's flight,

Where love turns to ash in the dead of night,

In gardens where roses bleed their thorns,

This is the tale where hope is torn.

Rescue's but a distant dream,

In shadows where nothing’s as it seems,

Once upon a tale of fright,

In the dark, she fades from sight.