Fairy Tale Death
Nothing turned out the way I wanted it to.
Everything holy crashed down to hell.
No nothing turned out the way I wanted it to.
Thinking of it makes me unwell.
The fairytale guidelines never warned us
What happens when happy endings fail.
We never were told of the ripple effect.
That shakes out the last tooth and last nail.
Watching it start as a crack in the crown.
Passing it off to be nothing of worry.
It wasn’t long before walls toppled down;
Before the ceilings followed suit in a hurry.
It was sooner than later, but later than right,
By the time that this great kingdom crumbled.
When the stars flickered out, and all turned to night.
We sat in the dark and were humbled.
I would not rebuild it; for the design was at fault.
It was in the wrong that we stood for it to stand.
However the world itself is not to blame by default.
Blame goes to building vast dreams in the sand.
A fairytale dying, is an ugly thing to observe
It does not enjoy being prolonged.
It’s withering life I tried to conserve
Thus the fairytales memory I wronged.
Doubtless is the fact, the dream needed to die,
Laid to rest in the ground for some peace.
Yet a dream flying away towards the realm in the sky
Should not be signal for a world to cease.
The ground is unsuitable for a fairytale world,
But not for normal life to survive.
As soiled as it is now by war weapons hurled,
It doesn’t mean that all life forms should die.
Copyright © Kailan Dalziel | Year Posted 2010
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