poisoned their hearts. The mirror doesn't lie, be it a star or
some hard rain on a roof. You know who poisoned
their sleep with fearful dreams. Look at those poor roses in his hand.
You know who whispered dark things against
their beauty, while you looked on, waiting to see if your horse
broke any fields of vision. The money is so charming.
You know who is the liar. You know who cursed their sadness with
a cruel laughing candle. The bell was
taped shut. Still, you did nothing because it was Saturday. You know
who poisoned their food with non-friendly mushrooms. The forest doesn't
teach how to cook, but how to accept magic gifts. You've always known
who brought danger. Their hearts rusted. It
doesn't need to be said. You know who printed the map upside
down, hoping the path would provide enough holes for your
story to hide in. You know who poisoned their hearts without caring about
any harm to others. Still, a light
remains. It must come as a bitter response. Your poison left fingerprints
on the moon's sneakers. All this time, you've pretended you
forgot how to fly in harmony with somebody else's secret. You know the
real name of the perpetrator is no
stranger to you. You know who cut the throat of a weeping
unicorn drooling in the lap of a pretend maiden. You
poisoned their hearts. All of them. And left them to blindly seek out
the entrance again. Here is that which
you paid for, with their trusting souls on fire. It has come
back to you, its rightful owner, to claim you as
its only true receiver, of the hidden shots within. Still, light reminds, all
is never lost. You have tomorrow today.