Snow Falls,
On this magical,
Christmas night.

Not a soul in sight-
But I can hear,
Your song.

There are lights
Glimmering
In the distance,
They wrap
Their way
Around pine needles,
A never-ending
Maze
Of branches,
Catching
Falling Snow.
Blanketing.
Forgiving.  

There is no sound,
Only silence all around,
As white flecks,
Reflect
Off the ground.  

God-
I know you're there.

Can you hear,
This prayer?

It all started
So light,
Until I heard
A voice barely say,
“Welcome to the Dark Fairy Tale,
Run for your life."

Then these thoughts
Crossed my mind,
The warning signs
Were all there,
I should have turned
Back at the masquerade ball;
Pulled off the mask,
Face revealed,
Smell of her
Perfume in
Your hair.

Kept the truth
Locked up with
Gingerbread
And sparkle dust,
"Love."

Trapped
In a toxic tale;
Couldn't sleep,
The Gothic prince
Took my hand
So charmingly,
And said, "Come with me..."
He spun me round' and
Swept me off my feet,
Until I fell to the
Floor and couldn't
See.

Cinderella Dream;
Coated with Candy Cream,
It was all fun and games,
Until I realized his
Premeditated plans
To take away
All the best parts
Of me.

Poison apple
Portrayal
Forever
Frozen in
Glass frame
Would be
An unlikely
Ending.

Tonight
The airwaves signal your voice across the skyline,
Transport your words by paper planes with origami wings;
Up High;
And, it’s like you’re still alive, it’s like you haven’t left…
At peace is the frequency that radiates throughout
Your soul now at ease, feel the breeze so real
It Seems;
Tonight, it’s like you’re still alive...

frail bones
barely
holding;
a past as rich,
as the future is poor.
still
everything holds
until.