Dark Poetry (& random)

The fairytale massacre

The fairytale massacre

By Samantha Cook

I try to make you shocked and stumble

Watch me fall as the broken Rapunzel

I hit the ground and the bottom rocks

No jewels, no crown, no gracious frocks

The lies they tell us, the tales we believe

Contorted by hope and beautifully naive

When we're young the legend is bliss

Oh, the targets we set for the arrows to miss

Never a pulse, each beat is a wince

I stand, I wait, I beg for my prince

What's more, I'm strong, a loyal defender

If battle be needed, I'll never surrender

That rosy bait I'll never again bite

I'm here to warn you, this time I'll fight

Can you see me? I'm covered in red

Can destined lips revive this dead

Or should I forget this surge of power?

Swallow the key and stay in the tower?

Are aspirations fiction for thought?

Should I simply forget what I've always sought?

I guess at heart I can never know

If these decisions I'm given are purely for show

But nevertheless I can still believe

Stay in the light of the blessed naive.

All criticisms welcome. This is the second post of this so I'm wondering if its any better too. Thanks!