Through the mists
Of night
She slips
Appearing as she
Always does as
The ballerina princess.
As the haunting symphony
Plays
Silently over and over
In her mind,
She reacts naturally,
Gracefully prancing and leaping
Beside the black swans gliding
Across the shimmering blue lake
Where she's cursed
To abide by day.
By the evil wizard who
Cast a spell
Upon her to be
Both a swan and woman
For all eternity
And all she can do
Is lament her life
Where she's been
Kept from the man she loves.