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Aurora's real true curse


Long ago, in a far away kingdom, lived Aurora, a princess,

Not knowing about a curse that will soon make her a damsel in distress.

She was expected to marry the prince of Ovramore,

But she was madly in love with a stables boy better known as Seymore.

 

One day Aurora and Seymore went to the village to ride a horse,

But came upon an old woman who looked sick and sounded very hoarse.

She carried in her hand a basket full of goodies;

If someone could help her, she would even throw in a batch of cookies.

 

Seymore wanted to help but Aurora was stubborn as can be;

The old woman turned into a witch holding a needle from a nearby spindle tree.

She pricked Aurora’s finger, which put her in a sleeping trance;

Seymore called the king and he begged the witch for another chance.

 

She said Aurora can only be woken by true love's kiss between a day and a year;

She laughed and smirked to suddenly disappear.

Days, weeks, months went by, Aurora still fast asleep,

Seymore snuck in her room and made a promise he wish to keep.

 

“Aurora, my love, in minutes will make a year and a day that the other prince’s have tried and failed,

But I know I promised to love you forever and so I know my kiss will prevail.”

The clock struck twelve which meant it should be over, but he still kneeled down to kiss her cheek,

Hoping that his dearly beloved Aurora would soon awake to see her smile and speak.

 

She opened her eyes, gazing because she had just awake,

Not knowing that in seconds that Seymore would soon take her fate.

“My love, my love, I love you. Please come back to me!”

The witch appeared, laughing and saying “Child this will never be.”

 

“Now here's the funny part, for me, not for you, because it’s going to make you feel worse;

You sleeping beauty will never have happily ever after was your real and true curse.

Your dad love’s you and he once loved me too; now that I know is true.

Which is why Seymore is dead, and now you know that true love will never come to you.”

 
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