In a faraway land , once upon a time

there lived a princess ready to trade lives for a dime

Sleeping on a bed of roses unaware of the thorns they bore

Roses so red and thorns so thick

that scared her heart for evermore

To fight the war of life, she became a novice soldier in a nerve-wrecking battlefield

unaware of the nuanced enemy

Glistening sword in one hand and other clutching the mighty shield

still holding her head high with eyes longing for merry

Everyday when the sun seared

she grabbed her arms , polished her courage with love and tears

A life so lively, that her days used to dance and nights used to laugh

Now, light doesn't peak through the canopy during the days

A hollow, deafening silence is all that the night says

Her past self is mirrored in the shiny season of spring

Right now she is soaking up the summer heat

Her future, like the winter seems pretty bleak

And all she hopes for is a pleasant fall

But who did this to her

No questions, No reason

No heartbreaks , No treason

Often our own minds are enough to cause a massacre

Her pain gradually turned into sorrow and eventually rotted into grief

A grief so grievous and a wound so green

something that was rarely ever seen

But she fought and fought

till her arrows went blunt and her sword started to bend

wanting the happiness waiting on the other end