High in your tower, dungeon, or bedroom,
You await your perfect savior prince,
Watch from afar as he battles dragons
For you have no magic wand of your own.
You call upon the animals for help -
And while your father waits for your return,
You spend your time with beasts, or worse, humans.
Then, after the brief battle, all is calm -
The happily ever after begins
Soon as the wedding dress sweeps into sight.

No, that's not the way it really happened -
There was blood and mutilation galore.
People chopped off toes for a chance, just
To dance with charming Prince Charming again.
They were blinded, attacked, had hearts hunted,
Fled from the scene of a wedding night's curse
To be dashed to sea foam among the waves.
Death is not the ultimate evil here
And those who die don't return.