You have heard

You have heard my story,

The one they want you to believe,

My long golden locks, 

And my yearning to be set free. 

You have heard that I was alone,

A damsel in distress,

A princess waiting on her prince,

Just like all the rest.

You have heard that my prison was in a tower,

High above the ground,

That I spent my days and nights,

Just waiting to be found.

You have heard how he saved me, 

About how in my hair his hands did curl,

But the prince plays no hopeful part in my story,

For I love not a prince but a simple girl. 

You have heard me be described, 

Still I do not compare,

To the simple, lovely girl, 

Without magic in her hair.

You have heard my tale, 

But it could not be less true,

I loved it in my tower, 

And she enjoyed it, too. 

You have heard how he saved me, 

How I pulled him from below,

But oh how untrue that is, 

How I wish I would have known.

You have heard his story, 

But I was not saved by the prince,

He yanked and pulled and kiddnapped me, 

So that he could call me his. 

He tore me from my love, 

And down my tower burned, 

He cut my hair and chained me, 

But worse he did to her. 

My darling was not magic, 

She did not fit his fancy,

The only way she could return, 

Was through necromancy.

So there you have it, 

You have heard my tale, 

How I was kiddnapped by the prince, 

And my darling I have failed,

Along with the misery I have had since.