My kingdom for a princess (and ever after that)
For years she cried,
For years she lied,
For years she had nothing,
No nothing to say,
Except for this;
Why, if you saved me, did you not stay?
And as the years went past,
Her body grew weary to bone,
Her mind, like her hair,
Grey as weathered old stone.
When he did come back,
Her hero, shiny armour and all,
He found his princess gone, rotten away,
And even with the dragon slain, the kingdom saved,
He wondered if he hadn’t failed after all.