TRAGIC Poem: Fairytale, by Diana Koprina

I was asleep for years,
Before I met him,
Put under a spell,
Like sleeping beauty I had fell,
Dreaming of a prince to enchant me with his spell,

I lived in terror of my dreams,
A fear of a witch upon me loomed,
As tales are told of witches roam,
Casting spells to own the souls,
Stealing voices to self preserve!
But there he was, to my surprise,
My prince dressed up in shining armor, gallantly appeared
Galloping to me on a tamed wild white mustang, reaching out his hand
To lift me up atop the horse, without a second thought,
I reached up to him convinced his love would bring me back to life,
Thus, off to we went to his castle that he made.

Alas, I didn’t awake but dreamt of him throughout the day.
He gave me medicine to take,
Telling me it would be of help,
As time went on, he kept me cribbed
Within the castle walls that he had built.

As to further on his sted of stealing me,
Charming brought me to specialists’, to see
Telling them of my paralysis and sleep,
The doctors of the mind did give,
Pills of various, shapes, and sizes, hues array,
I took the capsules with gleeful hope
That my heart would melt into a whole.
Instead the drugs turned me trape,
Sending me into a daily haze of muted sleep,
I never felt.

The fear of witches roamed deep within me, still
Suffocating me in my nightly sleep,
As time stood still, within this castle he had built.

Within my unsightly sleep,
I couldn’t see the witch, that hunted me,
Was me!
Hunting me with warnings from dusk to day,
That the prince was cunning,
He was nothing,
But a wolf hidden inside sheep’s clothing,
Cheating his way, to be.

I clung on still, unwilling to see.
The truth behind the cunning wolf,
The prince there still, always, smirking back at me
Alas, no happy ending upon my sight,
As my mind remained torn between the dreams of day,
And of a secret life I could not grasp, hidden inside this nightmare’s realm.

Although eventually the spell did break
Once charming had fulfilled his lust and drank me dry,
His seven year itch, began to itch,
Love for another the prince had found,
That’s when he discarded me, like dregs found inside of yesterday’s trash.

At last! I did awake by seeing the truth of me and him,
The darkness he had cast upon our souls
A tumor bred, poisoning the drinking water of our well.

I wonder still, why I refused to heed,
The warnings I had felt, from deep within,
The truth, behind the witch that I had met,
Were always me, and me alone,
No prince could ever rescue me.
Why did I than, refuse to see,
The truth, the power of me,
Casting myself into a slumber made of ice,
Within this fairytale dream’s demise.

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