Do you see the rules, written out in blood,
spelling out the laws of fairy-tale land?
Did you really think we were a sappy brood?
No, we are the stories that take life in hand
and accentuate all its faults and fears.
Children are poisoned, slaughtered in their bed,
while some are confined to wallow in their tears,
but either way most of them end up –
Select few then are rescued from demise,
by kind hearts without thought of greed or
pride,
fighting with hearts good, wit’s quick, evil
surprised;
the fate of the world in their hands to decide.
Many
a tale ends “happ’ly ever after”,
no,
never till the end. There in’s the laughter.
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