Grim Fairytale

Of stunted dreams and lying schemes on sand the castle stood ~~~ through windows slit in deep stone walls no light be found within the moldy, moody corridors resound with deafening din she dreams of love forsaken and feeds them to the birds who keep her from insanity silent whispers without words she spends her time with puzzles in the dungeon dank and dark digging for missing pieces of her torn and scattered heart one day the gates will open the lock will rust and fall she’ll step into the sun and not look back at all