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Fast asleep
Dark, alone in the deep
Rise again
oh, how beautiful it was then.
ever standing
body lithe, strong
trained to strike

too dashing for peeling paint
old verandas
slow-paced hamlet

waiting in country town
place to whizz past
road to tourist hub

how does his tale read
did he pay
for assault

struck the frame
holder of *****
spawning breath

cold fury
for scenes of his mother
thrown down

stain his every stance
grabbing mail swiftly
ahead of arrival

panther muscles
no more the crouching lad
shuddering

her screams
bounce off walls
as mother's body slumps

broken bottle scars
left to clean up the mess
as he leaves for school
forage into
fictional possibility -
penned
with deep respect
for David
of village
post office
  Feb 2019 Sean Fitzpatrick
somebrand
good god!
your enchanted red dress looks so beautiful even if you're dead!
in the ball, there's a brawl.
even in the chaos, in it all,
he asked for your hand.
your withered red dress into the big forest.
barefoot, pandering and calling out!
there's no way you're going to make it out today.
good god!
now baby, how will this play out?

answer me this, are the clouds upside down,
or am i just now figuring out,
this isn't home!
i'm on my own.
and this is war!
watch me soar
into the ocean!
as i hit the ocean floor,
breathing in and screaming out,
"you're not escaping me!
this walking definition of your dreams, now honey!
listen, i'm all you need!"
(alright, is there still time to join in the fight?)
time out!
there's no doubt, this may be getting out of hand!
please, ladies and gentlemen,
go about your day!
nothing to see here,
only demons and fear.
as you dance with your prince, you're also heading out the door.
waltz in the underground of my new crown.
behold my ritual, so invisible.
love, exceed my miserable hometown.
good god, get down!
gun shots are the sound.

pick yourself up, save yourself.
maybe save him as well.
i think im losing touch.
your withered red dress into the big forest.
i cherished you like a planet needs its orbit.
my princess, i watched from afar.

your enchanted red dress looks so beautiful even if you're dead!
in the ball, there's a brawl.
even in the chaos, in it all,
he asked for your hand.
your withered red dress into the big forest.
barefoot, pandering and calling out!
there's no way you're going to make it out today.
good god!
now baby, how will this play out?
being alive does counter my duty.
now that i have you, i see you up close.
there is no doubt that i know you, but i don't think you knew me.
being deceased doesn't counter your beauty.
#fairytale #love #twistedfantasy
Sean Fitzpatrick Feb 2019
It’s tough to be kind
when one is alone,
for life seems best
when shared with the other;

To cherish the story
of one not your own
is a pure devotion
to the living heart.
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