Fairytale

The shadow you are creeps from me;
Eternal utterances, and restless sleep.
I dream of you every night,
The magic you spin to make the demons arise.

You tell me to sit at your feet,
And by thy shadow beneath thee.
I walk for three hundred years
Doing good deeds, voiceless,
And I cannot be cheered.
The songs of the elderberry sings so sweet,
But you view me as if a woman
Falling into a bog filled with leech.
For you envision me as the one
Who cast the bread on the ground
To step on it with my new shoes proud,
But then do I fall into the hell below
And my only hope to turn into a bird and go home?
Or, am I a lad, sailing to Eden
And when I get there, I'm in eternal heaven
Only to run after the beautiful bride
And lose in one day my eternal paradise?

Fairytales I sing to you
Have not a happy ending, oh so very few...
For I admit I have broken my trust
In my own hands, so how do I love?
If my life were Romance would I be Romeo?
If my life were a tragedy, would I be Lear?
If my life were reality, would I be Christian?
If my life were a sitcom, would I be Brandon?

So, give to me at least, my one happy story
And I'll spin a fairytale so pleasant.
For if my life were a fairytale,
Would I survive?
Or would I be the hare who snubbed the hedgehog
And while running my eternal race die?

I don't know.