Little Lucy
Lost her mother
And her father
Didn't care.

He walked
Right by her
And he never
Said a word.

But Lucy knew
His deepest secret
And she hoped
He didn't know.

She'd been murdered --
Lucy's mother --
And Lucy knew
By who.

She'd never tell,
She was afraid.
Did her father
Know she knew?

Poor, poor Lucy
Lost her life
Because, yes,
Her father knew.

I took in a deep breath
and closed my eyes.
I let it all out
then my eyes opened.
I wanted to tell you my secret
but you were gone.

Tears came to my eyes
and I looked at the ground
then I whispered to myself
"I love you
and I thought you loved me,
but I guess I was wrong."

I never heard from you
ever again but
sometimes I saw you
with your friends.
I never stopped loving you
but you did.

In the end
I didn't really care --
I didn't want you anymore.
I'll just find someone else
like you do.
But I will always love you.

After awhile,
you said you loved me too
so we were together.
But it wasn't too long
until I was the one
who ran away.

I know that you love me
and I love you too.
But you aren't
the one for me.
And I'm definitely
not the one for you.

I know that
in the end,
it was like the beginning,
but I ran away from you
and left you with
words still on your lips.

I wish I was,
but honestly,
I'm not.
I wanted to be happy.
I'm not sorry
that I left you.

I did this for me
not for you.
I used to be sorry
that I left you,
that I made you sad.
But I'm not sorry anymore.

Once upon a time
there was a poor man
and he has a beautiful daughter.

The king saw the beauty
and brought them to his court
and commanded the girl to spin gold.

She did not know how
so she started to cry
until a small man came to help.

"I will spin this hay
into strands of pure gold
but you must give me a gift."

The young girl agreed
and gave him a necklace
then, soon, the room was full.

The very next day
her room was much bigger
and, again, she was told spin gold.

Alone in the room
the small man returned
and again requested a gift.

She gave him her ring
and the small man did spin
until all the hay was gold.

The greedy old king
wanted more gold
and the third room was much larger.

Again the man came,
still wanting gifts,
but the girl had nothing left.

The small man thought
and had an idea --
he wanted her first born child.

She sadly accepted
and the room filled with gold.
Then the daughter married the king.

The new queen had a daughter
and, just as he said,
the man came to take her away.

She wanted to keep her
so he gave her three days
to find his hidden name.

On the very last day
a knight saw a man
who had a peculiar name :

Rumplestiltskin

The queen dared to say,
"Could your name maybe be ...
Rumplestiltskin?"

He lashed out in anger
and tore himself in two
and never again was he seen.

The watcher of night
hid from the day
and fled from the light
because she could not stay.

The watcher of day
saw this sweet sight
as they played this new game
and he ran from the night.

But the watcher of night
did not want to run
so she ended her flight
and stood in the sun.

The watcher of day
was soon full of fright.
Should he, too, stay
or cower in her might?

So the watchers both stayed
and they faced on another.
The night wasn't afraid
so she stood with her brother.

As the night and day blend
Death come for the watchers
and one life did end --
and that life was her's.

A new watcher of night
now runs from the day.
She flees from the light --
She is forbidden to stay.

The watcher of day
is not pleased by the sight
but he still plays the game
and runs from the night.

One silent meadow
then a blood-curdling scream.
Then silence again.

The lovesick young girl
who felt her heart call
had known it was time
for her disguise to fall.

She was immortal
and she fell for a man.
One day she'd lose him
and that wasn't her plan.

So she called for the witch
and she plead for a chance.
It was all that she wanted--
and endless romance.

She made her wish
but a price would be paid.
Her soul would be sold
and the deal would be made.

Now she was empty,
and die she now could.
Her love still lingered
so tell him she would.

They met up at midnight
and her heart skipped a beat.
Her love was confessed
as she looked at her feet.

She lifted her heard
and tears filled her eyes.
He didn't love her
so the world heard her cries.

Now she would age
and later on die
but first her revenge
on the one who lied.

She returned to the witch
and made a request.
She could have back her soul
but this new curse got no rest.

So never would he love
and never would she care.
They were forever entwined
in a cycle of despair.

Tick-Tock goes the clock
you'd better scream and shout.
Tick-Tock goes the clock
your time is running out.

Ding-**** go the bells
forever your time is done.
Ding-**** go the bells
and gone is all the fun

Hush, hush goes the wind
because now it's too late.
Hush, hush goes the wind
because you've sealed your fate.