Sleep well, my baby, the night has come.
the fragrance of jasmine fills the air
while my heart makes up dreams for you.
no, you will not be a princess-
no matter how hard you try;
and yes, not an enchantress too
for those are roles thought out too long ago.
Tonight you will be a confused butterfly,
wearing colours that do not go with you.
Gaudy, tasteless blobs of hue.
Tonight you will be an unborn smile
hidden in the darkness of your skin,
a gloom that is your death, and yet, your life.
Tonight you will be the queen’s nightmare
of failed vows and ugly robes
Tonight, you will be you, my child..
Here comes the night…