The Sleeping Princess

The Sleeping Princess

Have you heard the legend, that tale of the princess who lies asleep for thousands and thousands of years? Whose hair shines like gold beneath the judging sun? Whose skin shames alabaster? Whose lips are those of a siren’s kiss?

Well, let me tell you something. It’s true.

Not the whole truth but still the truth.

She exists, at least. And the magical coma; that’s true too.

She’s more beautiful than Venus herself but no one can tell underneath all that dried blood. The curves of her body are the fruits that tempted Eve and Adam, yet the way the arch and bend and stretch awkwardly now only disgusts.

Only her eyes, I can safely say, escaped such mutilation; but then again, who can see them when they hide behind shut lids.

Where is she?

Somewhere in Jerusalem; in a cave hidden by her Pontius Pilates and guarded by her Judases.

But let it be know, no mortal can kill her. All those fools could manage was this pseudo death.

Ammo: Poison.

Some said it was a fairy who did it, others, the emperor. Maybe even the Pope.

Who knows.

In the darkness she sleeps unclothed. In the absence of light, her tousled blood mottled hair glows like a weak halo. Upon her head, is a crown, a wreath of rose thorns; her birthright to a throne unknown.

Her hands and feet bleed endlessly, feeding the dark moist earth beneath. Why? Nails. They are nailed onto dark wood; onto a monstrous and ungodly pine crucifix; hung up there like a dead game to her antagonists. Look at them laughing and staring at her naked body thinking they have won.

But know one thing: She Will Rise Again.

And when she does those who have wronged her, beware.

Those who had tortured her, raped her, mutilated her, crucified her, but above all, judged her shall be damned to a hell of ice so cold they burn; where soft winds blow the flesh to frostbites. These are those mortals who believed themselves to be gods; dictating false virtues and condemning supposed unnaturals. They are the ones who brainwashed whole nations to march against our princess and her fellow brethren. These cruel mortals will wander this realm of dark whiteness with no form of nourishment; except for their frozen flesh. They will be forced to eat themselves slowly, very slowly, until all that is left is their pathetic little frigid hearts. Of course, this self-cannibalism will take an eternity.

Those who merely watched and laughed and pointed and enjoyed themselves while she and her people where stripped of their dignity, raped in public and tortured under the blind sun, they too shall be punished. They might not have been the hand wielding the corrupted blade, but who cares? It’s all the same to her. These wretched mortals shall be sent to a hell of knives and whips and shackles. The men shall be castrated while the women will have their wombs torn out off them by hand. There, they shall suffer endless torture. They shall be raped relentlessly. They shall be sodomized cruelly. They shall be given no dignity for they gave none.

Those who did not judge her. Those who did not fight for her. Those who did nothing. Now, they shall be sent to a limbo of nothingness. For, these sad mortals forgot about her; they did not care at all. So, why should she care about them now? She will not glance at them like how they hid their eyes from her when she was dragged up upon the cross. She will not think of them like how they did not think of how she suffered. She will forget them, and when this happens, they will disappear from reality, like they simply never existed to begin with.

But those who are her brethren, her children, worry not. For, salvation is here. Those who were hung for being sodomites. Those who were whipped again and again for using their god given bodies to make a living through prostitution. Those who were treated like dogs due to the color of their skin. Those who were branded infidels because of their differing values. And those who, like her, have been beaten and abused for being a “mere woman”.

Those who have suffered like her and still fought with courage by her side shall be sent to a heaven where the cruel world of before will be easily forgotten. It is a place where beauty is abundant. It is a world governed only by the possibilities of the imagination. Most importantly, it is a world that does not judge. It shall be a new world where life will finally be “life”.

But for now, she is still asleep.

But remember: She Will Rise Again.