"In The Garden"

 

 

Magic Castles

I'd like to write a joyful poem
About my love and I.
But when my heart is breaking
It's difficult to write.

I say that you are stubborn ~
You say the same of me.
We talk of love everlasting.
Sometimes it's a joke.

Our marriage was supposed to be
A fairy tale come true ~
But this fairy tale has ended
With the witches brew.

There'll be no knight in shining armor
Since the demons are within.
No, there'll be no magic castle,
Our stubborness will win!

And we'll each be swept away
On this flood of sorrow;
Each heading our seperate ways ~
It will never be a fairy tale:
Only a life of bitter hell.

Dreama HIldebrand
February 2, 1998

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