Tragic Concede

Unwillingly I bent my knee
My test was infantiscimily
Shrouded from my present.
I tore down those veils

My mind is again my own
I can see down the well
Ashes and ashes for miles
Burned by the masses

Like the girl with the bunny
I fell down up above
The difference in us:
I crave love.

And those dreamings of wonderous lands to behold?
The in between has always been my domain
Imaginations abound; my moulds

Rumplestilskins got nothing on me
He spins only a string
My teams of trust?
Poor little troll,
I've got the stage now
My mind is epic boss gold

Silly little rabbit
Hop away now
The new carrier/ the ferrier
I'll dance with you, be merrier
Sway to and fro with me
Turns out to dance
I don't need your wings.


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