arden halls of fame
fallen to decrepit
shambles of ill regret
walk along the slivers of stones
cut away the branches
peer into the window
past the molded
tattered velvet
the widow rocking
back and forth
dazed and confused
to when the prince charmings
all went back to their castles
'n left her alone
in slumber
to wake a barren housewife
green eyes
paled from the flood gates
of tears
ridden across the bumpy mountain range
wrinkles in the age of time
opaque remembrance of the glamor puss
killed by the stroke of midnight
glass slipper
shattered across the barren waves of fame
seven dwarfs
seven graces
wipe away the tears
apple lunged to her tongue
hopes
to run through the light
to the fiery pits
the screams of her widowed descent
she wants to end the game
do over
'n forget about happily ever after
fuck 'em all over
downing the gun
whiskey to the blood
forgets the tales of her youth
just make believe
insane dreams
cut through the mind of an angel
dying to let go
so simple her eyes
open
to the world she lost
'n midgets tending her frailties
once the apple
'n gleam of the eyes
now just a horror fest
whatever happened to
baby jane
seven dwarfs
a glass slipper
prince charming
'n hateful
pained step-mothers?
Author notes
this was inspired by the picture Do_You_Seek_the_Castle__by_RedAnalysis, and i think this chapter in the widow's memoirs might be finish, but i'm not sure; what do you think? and should the rest of her memoirs be written?
Comments
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This is epic, ive ben looking for something like this all day, I can feel the pain in this, it is deliciously dark, I see derelict turrets all that remain of shattered dreams, and fairytales we thought would come true, before the clock chimed mid night, this is just so so good. I salut you
littlefishone


