A fairy tale is just what it says all sweetness and light But the Fey aren't all about flowers and love some are darker than the night A true tale of the Fey kind is sinister and macabre tales of sick and frightening things No REAL happy ever after Take Sleeping Beauty and her handsome prince The way they "cleaned" up the tale Still make the poor Fey wince See a poison splinter did inflict upon her a sleeping death But did not fall upon the castle it was abandoned by her father, he left! And her handsome prince did not rescue her He was indeed a necrophiliac He spied the beautiful princess In deathly sleep upon her back And over come by his desire A vile act he did perform ANd growing within the princess Was the proof, His twin spawn. The Fey took pity on the babes that they named Moon and Sun And one of the babes sucked the splinter out The princess awoke , a Mum! Now the sinister Prince did return Hoping to have some fun But the sleeping Princess was now awake He discovered he'd made her a mum Now instead of being all upset The Princess she was quite taken She fell in love with the Prince Despite the way she had been taken But the Prince he had another wife In his far off land So to her he did return A worn and weary man The wife she discovered the secret Of the Babes in the woods She ordered her cook to the kill them both Chop them up for food She served the twins for dinner To her unsuspecting man Then told him what she had done He ran from the room his mouth covered by his hand She was hung the very next day and the Cook then imparted the truth That she couldnot have killed the babes A goat carcass held the proof So the Prince then married his Beauty and they lived a life of love and fun If it weren't for his Necrophillia they would not have had their Moon and Sun.... You may think me perverse For the details of this tale But this is the true story As told by the Fey.
Reason for writing:
The Story of Sleeping Beauty....although this poetic tribute pretty much sucks, it is the jist of the story, the original story before being cleaned up sometime in the 16th century.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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