in times, long gone
to the books of ...
once upon memories,

she was,
a princess beautiful
and he,
a hero dashing and bold.

and they,
made adventures
of everyday things...

breakfast,
a sight to behold,
with armies,
of bread solidiers
waging an egg war
and maple bacon,
hors d' oeuvres,
breaking down,
pancake castle doors.

they,
played at history,
through out
the day,
creating mystery,
along the way
and after a dinner
of an inspirational stew.

they,
practised romance,
the whole night too.

they,
were young of heart
and wise of mind
but in one instance,
oh! so very blind.

because they,
forget one thing....
one very important thing...

they,
left the real world behind.

so now,
trapped in wonderous
fantasy....

they,
crave, with mindless,
intensity
a small glimpse,
of reality
to give balance,
to the fantasy.

that has now,
become a far less,
tantalizing thing
and is now,
more like a toturous,
slow closing...
neck ring.
stifling, all life,
causing,
no end of strife
in a world....
far less.... perfect,
than first thought,

this is the world, that
boredom wrought...
now, slowly come undone
now slowly, come undone
now slowly come, undone.