You threw me to the wolves,

one chilling winters night,

My only crime was loving you

and being a little out of control,

 

They tore off my clothes,

scared my face,

left me battered and bruised on the floor,

with no escape.

 

My defences were weak,

my spirits were low,

I laid curled in a ball,

just wanting to die.

 

Then he came,

from out of the darkness,

my prince,

dressed in white clothing,

with chains of gold.

He carried me to safety,

back to his castle,

to a place unknown.

 

Lost to me now,

is your name,

but,

without you,

my prince,

would never have been found.

 

 

Wednesday 3rd April 2013

Written before 1/01/2013