Princess

There was a little princess happier than eyes could see.

She lived in her castle with her own conformity.

Until one day her castle shook with tragedy.

The King had taken her father to glory. 

The little princess was alone and had to be for most of her time.

Her crown tilted slightly until it fell,

Her childhood passed and she grew independently.

Then she had to leave her castle because she didn't want to see the queen cry anymore.

Conformity took her years until it left her solid.

The way she could feel close to her father was the brightest star out her window.

That he would look down on her shining, granting comfort and peace.

She grew with knives and fire.

But couldn't find her happy place she once had. 

She was left at night to be wounded and in the skies. 

Until it came a day her eyes would be opened.

Til she entered and sat in a room with a standing man dressed in black and white.

Speaking of a King, a King of glory.

She picked up her crown that had fallen, placing it back on her head. 

The gems took their colors, brightly.

She carried on with her wounds and the gems changed colors.

Now her crown is straightened and all she wants to do is serve her King's kingdom.