OpalGem

waves

   wash 

       against

               the

I used to think that I was secretly a princess. That I had been snatched away by some cruel force, dropped into the existence of a normal 21st century girl. Every day on my way to school I would pass the abandoned manor on the corner.

Autumn 

Leaves flutter 

Sunbeams filter through

The treetops

Setting the foliage on fire

A glow spreads 

Across the forest