Where do you take a story?
To the deep and dusty dungeons filled with rubble ridden cages?
Or to the telescope of fame that starts with talent, strength and stages?
Do you have a happy ending where the girl and boy get married?
Or do they drown into the sea where they're taken, swept and carried?
Is their world a crystal cave of wonders; stone and solitude?
Or do they fall upon the rocks, too sharp, too strong, too crude?
Are their masters death and dark and depression, silent and abused?
Or are they dreamy- light and creamy- hazy or confused?
Do they take the path less traveled, sure that they are wise?
Or is their confidence a plague that's hiding in disguise?
Does she run across a meadow with the daisies in her wake?
Or does she swig the pills down fast for a childhood mistake?
Will he make the deal of the devil
In a race for gold and soul?
Or does he spend his life in hell for sin and shovel coal?
Is she strange, and strong, and special,
Is he big and brave?
Is anger, lust, and vengeance,
The only thing they crave?
Where do you take a story?
Where does it meet its end?
Is it written in a poem?
Or pretend that it's your friend?
To be continued...