If you look around
In the corner you'll found
Through the darkness she sat
With her nose in the note
And her head in the cloud
In the hands held the pen
Through the curls where she wrote

A fairytale that spread through the night
And was devised in the broad daylight
As her tale came to an end
She stood, forced to see
The vent where she went
Was closed up with heavied locks
The prince that she sought to wait
Left her in the middle to stray

For then she stood
The fears that she guarded
Ate her within
As she couldn't see for the ending
In the last she came for the ought
That she was trapped
In an endless thought

The book she wrote, conflaragrated
Deep within her soul, that burned
As she walked off the hall
To the place where, seeked for the truth

© Charchita. C