Princess Archetype
Remember back when you were three, and you would dress up in gown and place a crown on your head. You would run around and try to accomplish the princess wave like the one you saw Cinderella do at Disneyland. Being a princess is not exactly as you pictured it when you were three. They are still the same but as you grow older you start to understand a princess for what they really are. The princess archetype is a vulnerable woman who needs to be rescued by the hero. She often beautiful and fair and is sometimes seen as the damsel in distressed. Many characteristics of the princess archetype in the poem by Nur Faiqaah Hamzah titled Damsel in distress:
In the stillness of the night, /She prayed hard with all her might./She hoped for her salient knight,/ She hoped for a ray of light./Sitting alone by the window;/ She wallowed in her pain and sorrow./She was lost; no one to follow./But she was ready; ready to go./He rode gallantly on his horse./He was evidently lost./Riding so fast; he ran off-course./Now he was lost; that was the cost./She sang her blues far and wide./She knew she was far out of sight./No one to help her to take flight./She was stuck forever in this plight./He heard her voice, singing clear./Her voice melodious, with a tinge of fear./He knew she was somewhere near./The urgency; somehow he had to find her./He called out to her; he tried any name./Mary and Sally, he tried all the same./He wanted to see her; that was his aim./He was drawn to her; like moth to flame./He saw her, hair billowing in the wind./Her head was turned; she could not be seen./Impatience replaced where curiosity had been./The distance between them was a sin./“Come down, fair lady! Come down, ” he said./“Come down and meet me. I am your fate.”/With sad, blue eyes, she shook her head./“This tower is my prison; it has no gate.”/Frustrated he was, he paced here and there./He had to find a way in, into her lair./No door, no ladder, no way to spare. /But an idea struck him, as he
In the stillness of the night, /She prayed hard with all her might./She hoped for her salient knight,/ She hoped for a ray of light./Sitting alone by the window;/ She wallowed in her pain and sorrow./She was lost; no one to follow./But she was ready; ready to go./He rode gallantly on his horse./He was evidently lost./Riding so fast; he ran off-course./Now he was lost; that was the cost./She sang her blues far and wide./She knew she was far out of sight./No one to help her to take flight./She was stuck forever in this plight./He heard her voice, singing clear./Her voice melodious, with a tinge of fear./He knew she was somewhere near./The urgency; somehow he had to find her./He called out to her; he tried any name./Mary and Sally, he tried all the same./He wanted to see her; that was his aim./He was drawn to her; like moth to flame./He saw her, hair billowing in the wind./Her head was turned; she could not be seen./Impatience replaced where curiosity had been./The distance between them was a sin./“Come down, fair lady! Come down, ” he said./“Come down and meet me. I am your fate.”/With sad, blue eyes, she shook her head./“This tower is my prison; it has no gate.”/Frustrated he was, he paced here and there./He had to find a way in, into her lair./No door, no ladder, no way to spare. /But an idea struck him, as he