It always starts the same;
the fairytale princess,
and the charming knight.
I play along the masquerade,
lost between tale and truth.
But do I know my role?
The heart aches,
the resolve unsure,
and the destination unknown;
can the knight save the fair maiden?
Or is it just my imagination?
The painful bond that cannot exist,
but painfully wishes to exist,
screams and struggles.
It is all but a fairytale so they say,
but what can non-dreamers know between
that which is of the heart and truth?
Perhaps, it is nothing more than a
Painful Fairytale...