There’s a moment to every story
When the prince doesn’t come to save the damsel
The dragon can’t be defeated
And the threads of lies the witch wove
Grow stronger instead of breaking
When chivalry has long since past
And the mourners leave only dying flowers
At a grave that was never there at all
Because no one cared enough
To stop and drag its lowly carcass from the road side
Before the ravens came a pecking
Pecking, pecking
All the while calling in their harsh laughing voices
Never more
Like feathered boogey men to steal away what was never ours
Except in dreams and fairytales
While sprawling trails of ink on paper attempt to record
Every step in a hero’s journey
Without ever stopping him in warning
Of the ravens all the while waiting
With cries of never more
Jul 22, 2012
Jul 22, 2012 at 10:10 PM UTC
There’s a moment to every story
When the prince doesn’t come to save the damsel
The dragon can’t be defeated
And the threads of lies the witch wove
Grow stronger instead of breaking
When chivalry has long since past
And the mourners leave only dying flowers
At a grave that was never there at all
Because no one cared enough
To stop and drag its lowly carcass from the road side
Before the ravens came a pecking
Pecking, pecking
All the while calling in their harsh laughing voices
Never more
Like feathered boogey men to steal away what was never ours
Except in dreams and fairytales
While sprawling trails of ink on paper attempt to record
Every step in a hero’s journey
Without ever stopping him in warning
Of the ravens all the while waiting
With cries of never more
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