Grim Fairytale
Of stunted dreams
and lying schemes
on sand the castle stood
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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
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