Few moments before the snug
“happily ever after”was to begin
the Clock of compromise ticked a bit faster
an then, like a candle extinguished, went silent...
more in dereliction than ennui.
beyond the last bend of this fairy tale
where the princess is never to be awakened
by a kiss and where the magic trolls
are forever weaving webs of deciet
there, lying spent upon a pyre, is our
'true love' with 'happily ever after'
held nestled in death upon his breast.
tales lying unfinished and untold...
like seeds unsprouted
like wombs barren
so we are...
cobweb bejewelled..
a love born blue
never breathed true.....
i thank rehan for having given me this figment of his imagination to ruminate upon and then pass it off as mine...: ->....
wardha jawdat
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unfinished-fairy-tale/
