11 Winter

Winter is falling

A woodhouse deep

In the countryside

And snow-white crying

I finally closed the book

It lies in front of the chimney

I found this was a lie

Lied to myself and you Beauty

Violins’ tune in my ears

An old man playing for us

Knows there’s but one thing to do

Sleeping beauty awakened

To forget it

The magical

Love in my heart

Cinderella

There are no more chances for us to exist

It’s the end of the line, where illusion stops

Even my poetry told me dream’s over

Winter fell on me and my fool’s hopes, Princess