Cloaked by white blanket,
Surrounded by darkness,
Deep below where none saw,
Awaiting the kiss of a prince,
Lay a beauty fast asleep.
Arrived, a prince,
To awaken the beauty,
Welcomed her to his home,
But cloaked was her face,
Cold was his white heart,
Awaken her he could not.
Time flew, days went by,
No other prince came,
She lay there, dreaming,
Of her prince charming,
Rescuing her soon from
The white cloaked prison.
Soon came a fellow,
With a heart of pure gold,
Saw the white blanket below,
Touched it with love,
And it melted to reveal,
The beauty awakening slow
Reached out did she,
To touch the prince,
But he had gone far away,
Even now she does try,
To kiss him just one time,
Reaching out, but in vain