In A Fairy Tale

Every old king creates the trap he was prophesied to fall into

The women, the bards, the romantics declare,

“Sovereignty offered, sovereignty accepted, sovereignty given back.”

And so the forests reclaimed, we break the spells unknown to have taken our beauty

It’s been gone so long

You write a story

And tell a tale of the tail of your name

Offer prophet

Do not accept sovereignty

She will surely ask it back

I thrust my hands into the soil

Desperate to crawl out of hell

Certain of it’s invert depth

Inert death

Salvation surely seeks me, too

Just once I want you to come early knowing you should not have left

I did a creation

Thank God