I stared into the fire
and found that I had become my shadow,
slithering through castles young and old,
who thunder about the earth in titan glory,
while morphing my bones—to click and burn—aligning with yours.
you say nothing and lose your glass slippers,
letting your skin grow sullied by cheap silks, and colognes that make your nose burn
all the while, exchanging ruby kisses
with me to catch your onyx tears as I cling to your carriage wheel
just so you can remember that you're real
as you sell your soul to the black apple once more
Soon, as always, I drown among the darkness's light.
Battling off trolls with mere whispers and spells
while you and your black knight tread upon your prince's heart oh, so carefully
and swirl into a deeper heart of nevereverland
And what am I to say wrong?
I am the humble villager who prays for your happy ending.
The fairy godmother who shatters your misfortune.
The sword who slays your innocent dragons.
The tower that crumbles for your triumph forward
That isn't what I am
I devour the praise that washes off your hands as you ruffle the hair upon my scalp
I feed off the fire that rages from your tears as I capture each worry you drown into my ear
I sew all your doubts, resting upon your ivory case, of me into the iron bars set around me
and when my invisible mass finally gains its face
it will roar to the heavens and shatter nightmares into fear
The cage that held me singes into my flesh,
becoming the wings that I have longed to flap
and when the midnight sun sets upon my eclipse
the world shall kneel as the dawn crowns my newborn flesh,
letting me rise the snow among my summer kingdom
as the queen of my own shadow!
Alas, I plummet into the light,
chained to the heart wrenching smile that pins me to your thunder
while you glide upon the tiles of your titan glory
with me to gather at your heels.
And as I stare into your crimson fire,
that I was never my own shadow