“ It’s a story with dragons and castles,
Of knights and a pretty princess.
With wizardly magic,”
Yet it fell through the seams.
What happened to the stories
That you used to tell?
The ones with faraway places,
With witches and spells?
Did the mermaid find true love?
The one with turquoise hair?
How about that humble servant girl?
Oh won’t you tell me, please?
Remember the world you painted?
And the characters you brought to life?
You can’t let them down.
Their stories aren’t finished yet.
What if you were the character,
Rather than the writer that you are?
Understand what it’s like
To be the puppet in the tale.
Conclude your vivid fairy-tales.
With the enchantment that you own.
Write an ending on those blank pages,
Or, like everything else,
It'll fall through the seams.
