Fairytale


Once upon a time,

In a place far far away,

There was a girl they said could climb,

So high that she may,

Fall down, one day,

For her hands were aching,

Her heart was breaking.

In her mind she was making,

A map.

As elaborate as a thunder clap.

She cries,

“Why was I forsaken?”

With a truly ghastly sigh,

She says,

“What a truly horrid gift!

To be forced to climb till my hands are red,

And my heart contains a large rift!”

Her mind was a wreck,

Her heart was sick.

She was lost.

Not caring what it cost.

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