There's a land that lies
East of the sun and west
Of the moon
Though it doesn't exist maybe
Some call it home
Some call it prison
Some call it a necessary job
Nyamh, not Ebba
Lost her bear to a lie
Driven by a mother, a troll
And a witch
A lie molded from wax
Bordered with snow
Weave a tale
Across the sea
Rose finds her
Bear, the story's all
Told but one chapter
Remains
It's for you to tell
Their happily ever after may
Turn into a sad ending
Venture or a dull
But safe tale
So tell the story to
Yourself it is your
Secret and your
Treasure so
Keep it safe
East of the sun
West of the moon.
Maybe it exists.
What do
You
Think?
