She sat high up in an oak tree Surrounded by a forest filled with mossy greens, busy birds, and meandering creeks But at the moment that world was of little importance For in another she was battling thieves, sailing the nineteen seas, and becoming a queen
Life's a fairytale right? Life's always happy and full of sunshine and rainbows and smiles, love and laughter as the stories they tell you as children.
Yeah... life's a fairytale, for the ones that see it through rose coloured tainted glasses.
But that's not reality... Life's hard and complicated and full of sorrow, suffering and pain.
If you're the type to see that life isn't tainted by all the negative things. You live in a different dimension.
Reality sets fairytales apart from it. Reality taints everything in life with all the different colours in the spectrum.
It's not black or white or the different shades of grey. Life's not always full of bliss and good things. But you know what reality teaches you that fairytales don't? Is that no matter how much negativity you go through in life... It's always your choice to get back up and keep going, keep going to live a full life with bravery, passion and the strength and will to get where you want to be no matter how tainted life makes you feel.
A thick spine of brown edges of gold stories passed down forever re-told. The book looked at me and I looked back wondering who would read something like that Now the thick book sits in my room it tells me the secrets of stories once doomed Snow white's evil witch was tortured to death dancing over coals until her last breath Red riding hoods ferocity was never shown the wolf's stomach cut open and by her filed with stones Why don't they tell these? I do not know but next time a book seems to whisper please, listen close.
They have all signed their names in the register, they are figures in a satirical play the city is veiled with smoke It’s 5 o’clock. Rapunzel is in her tower which she built it up herself without doors or any window above beneath there’s Orwell’s world; Merida is still running through the forest, She wants to find a brigand To go after the gargoyle’s register, But the forest is burning. And the Little Mermaid, No longer came from the depth; Though Peter Pan is still flying, To find a curious Sleeping Beauty * It’s 5 o’clock and they have signed the register they are people in a satiric world they have covered the city