He said good night; he meant good bye.

For whom

It was what prayed on me;
Dripping venom on the tip of its thorn.
It was the poison; that she
Stepped; climbed; pulled
Up the cliff of her own security.

Dignity she held;
Strands of hope she had. Gone. Gone.
Go on. Off that cliff to the better of your world.
Broken; is the dignity you once so tightly held.
Gone; are the strands of hope you once held.
With black wings she flew off; off the wonderland she had; to that dark dark snow.

In that dark snow she turned;
Into the monster she once feared.
Into that monster she wanted to defeat.
For whom can defeat a monster without becoming one?
She feared; she ran; she wished to awake from this horrid dream
But for whom; for whom can wake from a nightmare if she was never asleep?