Cocooned in her darkness
she stirs at no sound,
lying quite motionless
while the world rushes round.

Hid within her bubble,
starves herself of love;
she’s immune from trouble
with the purest blue blood.

Only precious magic
can make her mind reach out,
its absence quite tragic;
a soul she is without.

No rescue she desires,
numb coldness she craves;
Princes scrambling through fires
she will not entertain.

As time trickles outside
it freezes within,
by denial she abides;
no spirit in her skin.

But at last appears sun!
And life suddenly calls!
Her protection is done -
she melts all her dark walls.

Her ****** eyes see sky,
a hope not dreamt of;
there is only a light -
the soft glow of some love.