Surreal PrisonA Poem by ErinWhere hair is long Where stakes are high Where there is no such thing as a final goodbye
This is my faerie tail prison Holds me captive in my dreams Trapped in a surreal vision Where nothing is ever as it seems
“Off with her head!” is screamed day and night And a house made of candy is just out of sight An innocent walk in the forest could be deadly today Where in the woods could a little girl stay?
Prince Charming isn’t all that you think But without him, you’ll be poisoned in a blink. A prince is a prince after all Everyone knows that a princess can’t stand tall.
Waving wands, with a few magic words Tales of love and tales of lore They live in my sweet, faerie tail prison Attracting victims ever the more.© 2012 Erin |
StatsAuthorErinOHAboutMy name is Erin, I'm fifteen. I primarily write poetry. And I'm awkward. Very awkward. more..Writing
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