Grimm
By Terra Wolfe
It is always the giant and the stepmother who win really.
The prince turns into the troll with a kiss
and thorns grow around the tower.
I know that.
But I need the dream
Happily...even ever after...
a sunset in which to disappear.
There must be words
to disintegrate the witch
and a castle for the goodguys
where you never have to wonder
about colors of hats.
Every day I see people
who seem to know the way there.
But when I try to follow
Underbrush tears at my legs.
Maybe tomorrow
Maybe if...
I kill one more dragon
it will be enough.
Copyright Terra Wolfe 2006
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