Sleeping beauty

Golden light touch your face

Dried flowers crumble under your lair

The white gown falling with your veil

Look at me… let me touch your hair

Long thorns cover your castle

And I feel despair

Evil wishes poison your cradle

And I am forbidden to be there

Long days cut your roses

Is it luck or a stupid fate?

With a sword in my hand

I fight my constraint

The sorceress at the door

She’s anxious

She wants my fate

The tower is high

And I have no chance

.To sates my hate

Emile Saba