Jezebel-The Sleeping Beauty (Part 9)
(Jezebel drank the entire beverage.)
'It's good to feel better', said Jezebel, 'What is that? ' 'It's a golden spindle.'
She took it. 'Pay attention to the candle flame, which the room can kindle.’
She began to spin the golden fleece as she had learned from that book.
She fainted after stabbing herself with the spindle, and to have a look
Surah approached her for a minute. ’She was his mother, I wanted to say! ’
After that, she opened the window. ’I need fresh air to start this new day! ’
She heard the demon laughing while climbing down the last two stairs.
‘Do you see that bird flying into the open window? ’ ’Let’s go upstairs! ’
Jezebel switched to a persistent vegetative state, in which breathing,
Digesting and eliminating foods continued, although she was unwitting.
A nun will feed her using a feeding tube, and will take care of her body.
She will wash Jezebel, and she will dress her in clothes made of shoddy.
Frieda and Pauline entered the tower room and found her sleeping;
They heard strange sounds, and they thought that she was weeping.
She slowly breathed, so they tried to arouse her. It was a strange smell.
'Her eyes don't open, her body is flaccid, ' said Frieda, and she started to yell.
Hearing the screams, the royal pair climbed up the stairs in a hurry.
''What happened? '' Anne was shocked. ''Your Majesty, it's a major worry! '
When Anne saw her, she had a whirling sensation and a tendency to fall.
A soft, ivory pallor shone in her face, she started to lean against the wall.
When the king saw her pallor, he took the goblet and gave her to drink.
Thinking that it's wine, he drank the rest of the potion, 'The goblets stink! '
He looked at Pauline, but losing his consciousness, he fell on the floor.
At that time, Mary arrived and remained speechless in front of the door.
'What happened? ' 'They are ill. Look, the royal doctor is coming! ’
The doctor examined them saying, 'I'm afraid they are succumbing! '
'It's very hard to keep them alive. I must invite here a great master.
I gave them medicine, but their condition will not improve any faster.’
Fred was riding his horse through the woods together with his guests.
He sang being accompanied by the male birds singing near their nests.
He was so happy thinking of those village people also coming to the castle.
He imagined his bride wearing her wedding gown, and being certainly gracile.
Jezebel fell into a coma from a drug overdose containing morphine.
It was extracted from Marijuana imported from Asia, when she was fifteen.
She couldn't respond to outside stimuli such as sounds, or temperature.
Many doctors came to treat Jezebel, and to study this illness structure.
Princess Jezebel started to dream resting on many time's wings.
She found a new Frederick in a forgotten world with seasonal swings.
In reality, she remained a beautiful rose bud in the tower's room.
She was as unaware and as sad as a departure of a flower’s bloom.
The monastery, which was sleeping in the daylight sun
Could hide both the demons and the prayers of a crying nun.
In time, that realm was forgotten and caressed by pearls of rain,
The life could go on, while the girl was sleeping in her doom's chain.
To be continued...tomorrow
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