If this were a fairytale, I would raise my sword and shout!
and suddenly, the earth would, trembling, fall apart.
As glaciers fall when the water cuts their form to ice
So too would witches die at sword's caprice.
If this were a fairytale, the fire would twist and flail and fall
'Twould turn to gentle light and breeze at my slightest call.
If this was a fairytale, the prince would not go without a fight
And ribboned light would not fall so softly to the night
But perhaps, finally, with this gem and with this girl so ghastly pale -
this can finally be a fairytale.
(silence.)
(step.)
(step.)
But this not a fairytale.
The creatures that shall take your heart do not flinch to wrench your world apart
The monsters that you slay and smite were only ever acolytes.
And one day you shall wake and find
the monster's grave is your own slipping soul
And winter's ice is nothing to a trickster's cold.
And one day you shall wake and curse
That you could ever be so blind.
This is not a fairytale.
This is not a fairytale.
This is how the world ends.