I know you sought
for your desires,
I came in short
for my demise.

The towers are lingering
through the faceless shadows of your whim.

I felt as if you’re Thumbelina,
All sweet and big from within.

The tulips fade
as the winter crave
to last for cold a summer winter gaze.

I hear that those,
Chilly winter breeze made you crumble
Beneath that layered wool of lamb.

I followed you
because I felt that even once,
I need to keep myself afar,
from the critics and judgmental eyes.

I know, I must not dwell
In things that I might not feel,
for the legends of those tales
are only but from a quill.

I hate the sound of the howling wind,
as it reminds me of that winter screams.

The ceiling of Cottony clouds, that carry a monotonous crowd.

I escaped reality because I found
that most are just living cows,
bred ‘till fatten but butchered after.

Is this the life I followed?
Or is this just one of many ?
I don’t know ‘coz I am not wary of the things that might come in handy.

I guess that legends
of one’s time
And glitters of one flake will surely be
preserved in a cold winter summer night.