Once upon a time…
Is always the beginning of every fairy tale
A tale with a special princess waiting to be swept off her feet.
A tale where there is a knight in shining Armor,
Ready to slay the dragons and save his lady.
A tale with flying unicorns and magic as far as the eye could see.
A tale that would have our eyes brimming with tears of joy.
Yes, that is a fairy tale
But she knew it couldn’t be her tale.
She was no princess,
and she didn’t have a knight to slay her dragons.
Her world had no magic,
but only a certain murkiness as far as the eye could see.
But she realized, she didn’t want to be the princess.
She didn’t want to keep wallowing in self pity,
All the while waiting for the knight to make a grand gesture.
No, she was going to be a queen.
A queen that wields the sword and slays the dragons.
A queen who reigned her murky world with a iron fist.
Yes, she was a queen and she didn’t have a fairy tale penned.
Instead she featured in an epic,
An epic about a queen who had the dash to stand up for herself.
An epic about a queen who won over the callousness of her world.
An epic about a queen who led a glorious life despite the tyranny around her…