©2012 Marcus James Christian, marcusunlimited.
Libretto:
In a world of billowing white clouds a castle rises.
Its sweeping luxurious lines cut lonely curves into the vista before us.
A glorious night of stars gives in to the emerging daylight.
Beautiful black shadows move in swils in a dance with the sun.
The long black hair of a fair painted beauty lifts like a veil.
The white sheets are a canvas for the beauty's mane.
In the far end of along, luxurious room,
a small, adorable automaton turns the softlly arced shape of its head,
to observe the one it protects.
The automaton was once a gift,
acquired at a mysterious mercantile,
by the Beauty's father—a great, wise and noble king.
"Morning Beauty," says the teddy-bear-like automaton.
"Morning Ted," responds the black silk ink headed princess.
"This day was once like you," says the automated friend,
"It was once a sleeping beauty."
"Aww, thanks Ted." said the princess. "And now we're both awake . . ."
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