She wields her blade with force and is guided by justice. Eyes see nothing behind a teal rag. The blade is her eyes. A small scale occupies the non sword hand. Delecate and fragile as she once was. She is justice. 

Your princess is here. The fairy tale begins now. Once upon a time there was tale with huge expectations. The night was average and the beer was cold. She is an amazing pinball player. Maybe this is a fairy tale.

Its almost in your grasps. Reach for the sky partner. Follow the words of our childhood sheriff.

Close your eyes and cover your gasp. You lose one but you’ll find another copartner. Troubles can be hard just remember your a true seraph.

He shares himself with the water. Purity and light to the touch as silk. His curly hair in the green light reminds him of seaweed. Mint and whisky swish around his mouth as he goes back for seconds. Reflection takes shape as greed. Greed lake and beware of her relentless pull.

Look at him walking across the floor- tangled in his own web. Emails ring with the news of first steps- stepping all over the now. Rockets shooting in the air and light blue smoke falls into the earth.

Walking these eggshells from bees to birds. Parking parallel to our once beloved four-seater. Take lots of pictures of Winter Wonderland, you only get one.

Doves flying perpendicular to the dozen cans racing against pavement. This bed is cold, his family comes to visit twice a week in my weakened state. They gather around, red roses and all, to pay respect to the once tangled web.

Common ground and a two way street are on opposite sides of the world. If your in the wrong place start in the underworld.

Baking a pie to feed your most wanted. The scraps are in the trash and it’s like I’m haunted.

They gather around to watch you open your presents under the tree. I can still hear her scream that malevolent banshee.

Her eyes flicker under the raising sun on a Sunday morning. Gather around the cross and weep and your not alone in this rainy mourning.

Out of breath and unable to stand. Pressure and anxiety are finally getting to you.

Working through everything and it continues to get the best of you. Shakes side to side, near impossible to catch him making a mistake.

Bide your time, stalk like a predator, hold the left for the opening. Don’t wait for permission, he does what he wants without.

Down for the count and gasping for air. This a critical moment, stand or quit, this is a critical moment.

They were young. One foolish and the other unable to commit. Disaster is behind every door just waiting for the bell to ring. Ding.

Still young, yet, developing, maturing into something new. The other still the same face with a new poision. She’ll ruin you kid. Your supposed to suck the posion out. Kid? Kid!

Maturity sure is a swift kick in the ass. Colder, stronger, and lost the sweet edge that made the other come around in the first time. Ready, commitment doesn’t seem that scary anymore now that your a team of two. It works now. Immune to the poison and burning down the doors before they reveal. Braver and open to something new, something strong, something they can create together and be proud of. The future is now.

They play, they fall, they cry, they play. Endless chain of the young. Checkers of life just wanting to be kinged. Not realizing jumping          here will start the waterfall, only the king matters. Wisdom from the board flutters away with wings into the subconscious. Nothing matters but being a king. I am a       King