Just a little experiment with poetry.
After Midnight
What a stroke of luck!
The girl believes everything.
And as for the boy? Too simple.
It's child's play, really.
In all honesty
she means well.
Powdered face cheerful
painted mouth promising and
forgetting the catch
she waves a manicured hand
and promises that everything
will be all right
before stepping back into the shadows.
She doesn't need to see
the grateful smiles
the loving embraces
the hearts filled with–
well, something.
She doesn't know exactly.
But does she need to?
After all, she works in lies
and illusion.
If she should see her illusion shattered–
she doesn't like to think about that.
And as for the catch…
the girl will make it out in time.
They always do.
She can't think about that now.
As the hours slip away
she hurries to watch.
She loves this part–
the window of time after midnight.
It's always the same
the heartbreak,
the redemption,
the forgiveness,
the salvation.
But, surely
is this right?
After all,
the girl wanted this–
the girl needed this.
No, she decides,
in this case
in every case
the ends justify the means.
All's fair in love and war.
And however basic the game is,
she thinks, watching that
seemingly elusive,
oh-so-beautiful embrace,
she wins every time.
This was just a bit of a darker look at the fairy godmother; this will be explored a little more in my upcoming story, "The Fairy Godmother's Assistant." Please review!
