Am I honest if not fair,
Does the Reynard steal her lair?
Sure I ain't one for fairytales,
But what if they took away mine?
She promised,
They promised too,
Everyone does eventually.
Was I a fool,
Molten by chocolate lies moist around my heart,
Gullible yet insane, breaking walls never painted from the start?
Or was it okay to be this fearless,
Believing myself when it could have torn me apart,
The once broken twice, the smiling inside, could it even last?
They promised it mine,
Only beacons to my past, only levels in my cast,
Questions my sanity, should I hand it over if I'm asked?
So after an eternity,
I stood for myself,
And now I stand alone,
Alone with my prize,
And alone with my throne,
I polish against its insides,
Then weep because it's gone.
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