Dark and gelid
A chill of fear runs up my spine
With my death, I flirted
How he snuck, so vulpine.

My captor had me bound
Before I realized
The ropes he put around
Would leave me incised

I tugged and I screamed
In the silver moonlight
While he reamed,
I swore I would fight

I am not a princess
By birth, nor blood, nor right
But I have a fierceness
A silent kind of might

My ropes then I rend,
And I am free again.