Stranger things of the world's stains,
Stranger things like my mama's tales.

I was but four when my father taught me the ways of the world's sinful traits.

I remember sitting by my window sill looking to the stars, wondering what is to be and what not to be, as the days go by with its eventful linens.

It seems like yesterday, when my mama would sit me to her laps, and whisper cheery tales of her childhood.

She would tell wild fantasy, how I should dream like the wind, live up fairy tales as a princess, I was only but living behind a false wall, a shrill facade.

And then I clocked thirteen, and my castle came crumbling like waterfalls, that was the day reality came knocking, coming with it, revelations.

It started with my friend, "Nancy", as she slips into the night, strolling with the lights as a guide, as she cradles into the devils crib.

"She has gone to fly with the angels" they said, but no more lies could I be told, for I knew of their truths.

Stranger things are when you watch life slip out of...