The Fairytale Wakes

93 - An Ending

She looked out the tower window,

At dazzled clouds and frozen air

And the hay-sweet flowers far below

That lay as if they'd been planted there

By some artist's brush, that could have sown

The seeds of the beauty smudged and clear

Of the waiting world, but it shone too bright

And the young girl turned away in fear

Back to cold stone, and lonely nights.