Waiting for No One

A girl waits for a prince we all know won't come

She lies there on the ground,

A rosy cheek

A blood red smile

As the sun rises, the moon comes

Waiting for her knight in armor

 

Velveteen shines in the sun

The grass is impatient

Bristly and sharp

Needles slit her porcelain skin

Blood stains

 

She's dripping red

Like the rising sun above

Crimson and furious

Yet striking all the same

She can see nothing else

 

The world is slowly tilting

Hunger gnaws her stomach

Ruthless and desperate

But she craves for nothing else

Than her prince

 

There is naught here

Possibly for miles around, she's reluctant to know

If its her prince

That shadow bursting in the distance

She closes her eyes

 

In the darkness she recieves

The softest touch on her cheek

As cold as ice, just as smooth

A finger to her ashen lips

And

nothing more

Author's Note

I followed no rules sadly, its my first poem and it originally began as a short story, which are the sort I usually write. Please tell me what ya think anyways! thanks for reading