“And in yonder topmost tower,
Dreaming of her true love, the Princess Aurora.
But see the gracious whim of fate –
Why, ’tis the self-same peasant maid,
Who won the heart of our noble prince but yesterday.
She is indeed, most wondrous fair.
Gold of sunshine in her hair,
Lips that shame the red red rose.
In ageless sleep, she finds repose.
The years roll by, but a hundred years
To a steadfast heart,
Are but a day.
And now, the gates of a dungeon part,
And our prince is free to go his way.
Off he rides, on his noble steed,
A valiant figure, straight and tall!
To wake his love, with love’s first kiss.
And prove that “true love” conquers all!”~Maleficent.