secure this beckoning sunshine

A legend grew around the house
walled in by vine and thorn.
A beauty slept there endlessly;
she would wake on the morn
of true love's kiss.
The one who woke her, story went,
would break the faerie curse
placed on her at her christening—
how could that be worse,
how not be bliss?
In truth, Anara spun the spell
herself, till fingers bled,
to keep her sleeping till no man
would say she must be wed.
What would she miss?



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