she lived the fairy tale.

the “once upon a time” they had
was good as good could be:
and when they danced their wedding night
it was pure ecstasy

a long-haired cinderella, and
her handsome, charming prince;
and in the castle that they built,
they had been happy since

oh, yes. she lived the fairy tale.
the days of love and laughter
when happily they spun their lives,
and would do, ever after —

if ever after was a thing.
it isn’t now, it seems:
and flowing hair just a ghost
that she sees in her dreams –

for when the curtain finally falls,
the play is not the thing,
but our brief times upon the stage
when we’ve got strength
to sing

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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