The Moonlight Princess

Long blonde hair flew down her cheeks

And beyond the valley of golden peaks

A pretty face fanned by golden rays

Of sunshine that will never fade

But when watchful eyes begin to turn

From weariness or other concerns

Her spit-fire eyes began to dim

To coals of flights of fancy and whim

Unsure hands began to mar

The precious beauty seen from afar

Behind the veil that no one saw

She picked away till it turned raw

But as soon as the lights came back on

The veil fell back and the glow was bright

There was no stranger who did not fall

To proclaim, for her love, all their might

And yet no one knows the turmoil inside

Beneath the molded sculpture of ice

Locked away inside her palatial dome

Is a frightened girl on a moonlit throne.