Here's a bridge, a damb, and a scarecrow-forrest,
And a barge patrols, as do gulls, a fortress
With its chimneys,smoke that are used to tower
Over curtains torn with a drafty howl.
Here your dreams don't sway to the roar of blizzard,
On the eyes they're hard, and a teardrop isn't -
Hence the moonlight slips. Here the moist cheek hinder
Peek in your dark window.
Here, in winter, snow seldom toys with bareness.
And you gaze at stars (for the lack of letters)-
Ones you'd wish upon - not the kind to cozen-
Yet to skies they seem either nailed or frozen.
Here's your elsewhere-land. Spared of "ever after"
In the distance tolls a familiar laughter.
Here's your nowhere-den, shades of black and lead.
If you care for that.
Here's your fairytale. Mark a spell it mutters
When a snowflake swarm chases fleeing lanterns,
And trees toss and turn in their idle slumber,
As it won't be long, 'fore your fable sunder,
Leading you astray (that's from it's perspective),
There you'd find a place just a bit too hectic
To point out a change in the midnight glow
Only you two know.