Come princess, let’s be gone
to a realm of friendly stars
where kings endow their daughters
with beauty such as yours,
and yet they take it not away.
Let’s be gone
where princesses the likes of you
fear not the night he walks into the bedroom
smelling of booze and fatherhood
and take it all away;
where priests don’t blame it
on the woman who first sinned,
whose banishment, yet beautiful, you bear.
Let’s be gone to where the gods are true
and smile down on princesses the likes of you.
For evil kills that which it cannot taint——
child and princess——or places such restraint
that once ensnared it grips forevermore.
So princess let’s be gone, and cry no more.