Fairytale Blue

It’s saturday again and the night market glows with its lights
and lives with its music

Somewhere around the length of merchants trying to sell what’s best,
the good,
the one’s that shine,
the ones that never fail to capture a maiden’s eye,

A girl stood, wondering if what she was looking at,
would make her glow
leave people stand in awe
as if she’s an ever majestic show

The stones were faux
but they looked real,
and majestic,
this would probably hide the truth that she’s tragic

Every thing she had, she gave it all away,
hoping that by trying hard enough,
tonight he would notice her
and a peasant may just capture the prince’s heart

She held a brooch
and would wear it proudly when she goes through the door,
With all the strangers and souls gliding through the floor

And she did,

but when she entered the room he stood there,
he barely turned his head just to give a stare
For as the night approached the wee hours
He had another maiden wrapped around his arms

It’s a bit of a tragic tale for her,
who never had a fairy godmother
or a mystic creature to grant her wishes
so she ran with the demons giving her kisses

The mystic fog and the dark woods took her in
With the flare of love slowly fading
She walked away from the story whom she was never a part of

The magic of midnight was nowhere to be found
One irrelevant soul clinged to her broken dream
A poor girl and a prince never stood in common ground
Not all fairytales are as entirely happy as they seem