“Once I was a princess, and moonlight was my kin
My hands as soft as silk, jewels dripping down my skin
I am still a princess, though I seem not to be
My hair’s gone coarse, my eyes pure white, and yet I am still me
My mother was a queen and my father was a saint
My soul’s as pure as dewdrops, my blood bears not a taint
I spin a web to catch the dreams that drift down from the stars
They dance and jump and weave till I collect them in my jars
I am but a humble merchant, I only sell you what you’re due.”

Said the fly to the spider:
“I was once a princess too.”


-Chloe S.