
The princess slept; she
had been cursed,
but I would be her guard.
I washed her body,
kissed her face,
slept with her close to me.
I brushed her hair and
hung the sheets-
at night whispered, “My queen.”
She sighed in her sleep,
rolled her neck,
murmured at her pleasure.
In the dark, she was alive under me.
In the day, I wept on my knees.
Under the moon, a beast was released.
Under the sun, I was blessed.
But the truth will out.
I can see,
the effect of my sin.
Her body has changed-
it has grown.
I feel the kicking feet.
What horror she’ll face.
When she wakes-
what will she think of me?
I fought the dragon,
cleaned her skin,
but failed to slay the beast.
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Laura DiNovis Berry
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