Princess

I remember a once upon a time

where the princess wasn't a princess at all

until the village boy kissed her

and it was at that moment 

that the dagger in her fist 

became a daisy

and the black veil over her face fled from the sunshine beneath it

Reviews

[. serah .]

~~ 'endearing' is the word that pops up in my mind for describing this piece... and i like the idea of a dagger turning into a daisy... very interesting and unique... and beautiful alliteration too...