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Disenchanted


Sleeping Beauty was truly a Beauty.

Just sleeping there

while the world around her fell apart…

 

She was no beast,

just a bystander in it all.

Aurora was asleep and desperate for 

her prince charming.

 

A prince charming who needed his charm now more than ever,

for the world around them was falling apart.

History didn't sleep, it woke up and began to repeat.

 

It was unthinkable. 

Not unthinkable, unbelievable. 

And you know how it goes, sleeping beauty was left helpless.

Helpless to be the damsel in distress.

 

Then a young lost sister prevailed from the forest - 

she fought for the palace because prince charming could only charm women.

He couldn't charm the beasts, the simple folk who were filled with hate and bigotry.

Only Aurora’s lost sister felt she has nothing to lose

and everything to gain from setting the world free.

 

So she did

And then she freed Aurora

And then they stepped up for they knew 

that no one else would in this time of absolute turmoil

 

It would have been easier to ignore it all

but why

would 

they 

do 

that 

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