By abandoned roads, this lost princess,
wanders aimlessly through shadow,
clawing branches,
and brisky brooks.
Not ignorant of the path,
But to see it so distantly,
So out-of-reach,
That it is easier just to settle—
rest, sing—only breifly;
Just for a moment to veil her eyes
and forget the branches;
the brook.
To taste the bittersweetness of \"If Only\"s.
And the princess fell into a deep sleep.
She had bitten the apple,
And not a Witch was to be seen.