The story is done. Now you should go to bed.
The queen is alive and the vampire is dead.
The chances get smaller the more you expect
That you would be happy, and now you are sad.
You tagged it as Fluff, but it turned into Angst.
You wanted to smile, now cry's breaking your lungs.
You're in the electric chair though wanted a throne.
Finally dead - what a nice metaphor.
I like fiction with tragic end,
Lifes with the better ones.
Don't tell me all hope is dead,
Give us a chance!