Destined to a life
Of shattered hopes
And empty promises
Actions and words
Normally held in high regard
Thrown around like confetti
Wonderful at the moment
But simply shredded trash after
Can the princess’s happy end
Come in the middle of the tale?
Then leave her, falling and alone
To face the witch of life
While he chases phantoms from stories
The future lies ahead…
Swathed in black
6/12/08