The Castle Rose or Fractured Fairy Tales in the Void

 August 2008
The Queen was in seclusion
Following delusions of having seen something
real.
‘Ol Blue Eyes
And the King of Mass Appeal,
Sinatra singing Witchcraft
She guessed that was the last laugh.
Spin the Ferris Wheel,
Place your bets,
What she regrets?
Cut the deal,
Steal the words
From the bottom of the deck.
She never heard them in her slumber
Anyway
She had lost the letters and the numbers,
She couldn’t read
She couldn’t see
Then that she might be
The one
To make a difference.
The one to change your  mind.
Over before she knew it she was in too deep.
They said there’s nothing to it but she was asleep,
She’d take it all back and make it right again,
But her time machine was taken by a repo man.
She couldn’t remember anything
except
Shame?
The only true life in a game?
return to start?
Don’t you know you had her heart?
As much as she could give it,
As much as she could live it,
You had everything
Dreamed, in everything breath that broke her
every moment since you woke her
Sorry that she wasn’t strong enough
to brave the blind
to call the bluff
because she had the hand
to beat the band
but wanted more
Than keeping score.
Maybe she got her due.
And there is nothing true
Memories of Magi’s
And fireflies…
in lands where swordfish sing
of Xanadu
And Saturn shines his rings
On magic Big Wheel rides,
Through Southern skies,
Whatever it was worth
She will always love those sweet memories.
While I have hope of possibilities
and you.


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