From Princess to Hag

 In my father’s stone castle is a tower in which I live

It is here where I have learned everything

From how to read books, and act properly

To preen my wings and trim my nails

And it is here I will learn about my anger

And the way it has been festering and when it finally swells

My dainty nails will sharpen into claws

Sharp enough to pierce the guards who help control the world

And control the way I am meant to think

so that this power I have taught myself will grow

And these nails they try to tame

Will scar those pretty faces who would dare to try and make me tame.

And I will learn to use this anger

So that its sharpness will be a dagger

And my fierceness will be a shield

The domesticated girl they tried to grow

Will disappear with the ones who wish to see me broken

And it is they who will be dead

And I will be taking back my name

And the power that it has.