Fairy Tale

My small fingers trail along

The gritty stone barrier

As I sing a melancholy song

Of star-crossed lovers.

It's the song you wrote

Before you solemnly stood

Outside the walls and moat

And sang words of passion.

I don't mean to hide

Behind these walls;

But there are rules we must abide

In not breaking them down.

They keep me safe from

Scary things like

Dragons from the slums

Of our menacing home.

These things can burn

Down my pretty castle,

And quickly turn

Me to ashes;

But they also keep

Me from you--

A steep

Price to pay for protection.

 

Were my hair long enough,

Were it equally thick,

And strong and tough,

I'd make a sturdy braid

For you to climb;

But I don't have the patience,

Nor the time

To spare.

 

Maybe you shall find a way

All on your own.

Find a way to stay,

If you please.

Knock down these stones.

Protect me yourself.

Make me your home.

Storm these walls.

I'm waiting.

Reviews

[Rosalind Gale]

What love there is here, and desire. And an open ending - perhaps you can write the follow up my dear.
Much love,
Rosa -x-