She peers out from her French windows
bitter is the frost this morning
stretching her arms to the ceiling
she proceeds to mumble whilst yawning
so close she is to epic transformation
for tomorrow she is to be wed

No more known as Miss Nobody
as tomorrow she marries royalty
no more will she have to bow her head
her eyes will look skyward bound
she joins the last of the great houses
in the distant's she hears noble trumpets sound

Running to her bedroom in haste
she performs a dressing race
so ready she must be
to meet all the dignitaries
as this is her final day
of being little Miss Nobody

Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris