Fairytale

The knights that point me to the right paths were just empty suits of armor. I know it. I look inside and they are hollow.

Everything is methodically fabricated, every scenario well manufactured. This world was hand made to fit.

A tragedy it seems has come, though it remains within my predictions. In great peril I would be in to be saved, or perhaps into a deep sleep, awaiting a kiss?

They often don't speak of the happily ever afters. Is it really so hard to conceive of things that would make one happy forever?

To me, at least, they are. Only in such a place can it flow so easily into existence.

So please don't wake up. I don't want this fairytale to end.