Sleeps in a white night gown until morning
Comes and down the blue staircase she strides.
Everything silent and the tall servants slowly
Fold limbs and bow midsections.
She touches everything she passes,
Caressing cold fingers for a second gently.
No want for princely courtship only
Red hot kings can thaw her frost.
But how her favor fades, that maids
Would sweep her off their doorsteps.
But when she’s gone it’s not for good
Court jesters call her back.
