A Broken Fairytale

I uncovered a box in my attic, clad in dust
Overfilled with outdated memories
Of that time in midwinter
When my life was just a fairytale
When we would lie ‘neath the stars, dreaming of dancing
While you sang to me your softest of lullabies

I closed my eyes and I heard the sweet melody of your lullaby
And soon, the wind pushed the dust
Making it flow through the light, like tiny dancers
Creating pictures of our broken memories
When I thought my life as an uncreased fairytale
But, what happy ending would take place in the cold of winter?

None, because that time in winter
Was nothing but a dark lullaby
There would be no happy ending in this fairytale
Its storybook put back on the shelf to collect dust
And only be thought of as a bad memory
Which its song would not again be a slow dance

But, this remembrance of a dance
That took place within the snowflakes of winter
Will always and forever be a bad memory
It will never again be written in the imagery of a lullaby
It will only be remembered as a nuisance like dust
Still collecting on that broken, dark fairytale

A brokenhearted princess fairytale
With no Prince Charming to sweep her off her feet in dance
And those glass slippers filled with dust
Will crack and break in the bitterness of winter
With the shards cutting through the fermata of the lullaby
And the break of song will bring tears to her memory

My heart began to beat fast at the memory
Of this once-so-happy girl lost in a fairytale
With the sunrays singing a warm lullaby
Swinging around me in a fast tempo dance
And outside my window, I only see winter
With the snow bringing me back to the images of dust

And here, with this box clad in dust, filled with memories
Is a broken-heart filled winter with snowflakes whispering fairytales
To bring back the dance that is only to his sweet, dark lullaby