Over the years

Over the years the network running,
baby toes,
milk scent.
The senses, the baby's toes touch him.
My head lace wedding veil
once hidden. death grabs
my handsome groom to the throat, 
the Daughter storehouse
him away being repaired.
Medusa online, trapped in a quite,
Do I see the sea and the freedom of the ship?
Beauty sleep now I get to sleep,
I look forward to the next prince.
Thistles cover the fortress of light,
jellyfish eat the last glow to spread the network.
But I know, I can feel it now
one hundred years when their land is gone,
jellyfish network already very fragile
no longer look forward to the prince while.