Blood stained cheeks

Can one vanquish their stone cold apparel?
To become a striking beauty
Blood flushed cheeks
Porcelain skin so fair
Glistening ice blue eyes
Long raven slick hair
A maiden I be
Not giant, but head strong
Thousands of friends stocked on my walls
Books upon books, morals right and wrong
But my heart longs
For an item not for sale
A soulful connection
My own fairytale
But the prince has been detained
And the kingdom slaughtered
The maiden empty hearted;
A blood drenched daughter