Fairy tale queens and petals of pink,
vivid illusions that create the brink.
A mind filled, with white clouded fluff
delusions of monsters and all that stuff.
The sun creeps the skies over the moon
and the day rests again all too soon.
Dreams of a life on the page of a book
hiding eagerly beneath a reading nook.
Stories of old from the lips of a chief
of a love that was taken by a barbarous thief.
There was blood filled screeches and violence galore
the audience begged to please tell them more.
Fairy tale dreams and petals of pink,
the creation of an unbreakable link.
The lost souls of the land
reaching out their hands,
in the fairy tale dreams
with their fairy tale, Queens.