glassy reflection of days ever long
where kings and queens strolled
haughty haze hidden wrong
untold soulful woes
fairy tale true ribboned lore
glittered past living breathing
rusty hinge broken door
wonders who has the key
barred eyes stifled air
cracked windows speak into me
of mortals who dared
scape perfect surreal
walking well beaten path
her life stashed away to feel
make-believe her childish laugh
every wish granted before
thought formed in her sweet head
departure swift sudden tore
breath from body
too soon beauty dead
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