or asking you, let down your hair,
beasts awaiting transformation,
knights in armor, strong and fair,
to rescue you, ascend your tower,
kiss, awaking you from sleep --
childhood's longings hold their power,
but these are dreams, and they can keep.
Don't hide waiting for the woodsman,
Don't dissolve upon the foam,
Don't submit to petty cruelties,
Don't pin your hopes upon a throne.
Wolves will fall to twelve-gauge shotguns.
Belt stepmothers in the teeth.
You're a princess, dear, already.
Sweep the bastards off their feet.