With rhymes of children's tales
and visions wrapped in innocence
Ribbons gently float 'round us now
Slowly choking in a sense
Each word a tug on my heart string
each phrase wraps the ribbons tighter
The maid's gone with questing dragon nigh
The slain knows that words are mightier
One final twisted twitch in truth
The grandest lie of love--forever
She may return one day post journey's way
Today, tomorrow, and yet you fear it's never
The strength it takes to sit defeated
To dance the maypole with emptiness in her stead
Admitting to the world an unfulfilled dream
Where faerie love would have sat instead
Poor partnered faerie maid and quiet
Doth she know what dreams of corridors past
Lay locked within a tortured heart's corridors
If only another, and not hers would last
Would flies of fire light your way one day
and lead you to the key you truly seek
That you may open the gates of Paradise
the home to all the honest, the pure, the meek
So dance again 'round yonder maypole
And patiently wait till your dreams come true
Rest quiet sans the faeries, dear
Until the truth's revealed to you
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Ah, thus my response to my own interpretation,
accurate not though it may be.
Twas simply the truth of what I thought I saw,
the way my vision told your story to me.