Peering into what seems to be a fairy tale.
As it rejects the outside world.
Hiding to protect its past.
But captured by those with a watchful eye.

Never fails to maintain tradition,
Emerging from behind the night sky.
To remind those who have been blinded,
And enlighten those who have remembered.

Perched upon a hill top,
Watching the fairy tale find its way into the open.
As a crisp breeze burns against my cheek.
To bring my back to reality.