Sleeping Beauty II

I dreamt of a tower built long ago. Surrounded by rolling hills and a garden of peaches.
A hundred sleeping beauties, all in a row, draped over beds and chairs and sofas.
And whittling away at a bench, an old woman grey.
Forever bent over the kitchen stove, serving cold breakfast to a dozing dragon

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A hundred sleeping beauties still dream though the soft sunlight across their face, all wrapped in their blankets, silk and lace
Look, there's one head upon her elbow leaning across the stairs. 
An old woman dozes in front of the dwindling fire, knitting upon her lap. 
A hundred pairs of socks, a hundred scarves and a hundred woolly caps. 
The dragon as ever, curled about her feet, blowing embers on to the stove, keeping the kettle warm.


a hundred years of quiet winter nights...