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She dreamt of the day he’d be lovingly subline.

The day he’d snuggle her forever in time.

With nostrils flaring amidst the sweet winds blowing

She came to see him as the mostly inspiring

Thoughts sold to star in a poorly timed rhyme.

Then, the dragons crept in twilighted solitudes

Bringing insulted pumpkin sized attitudes

Who openly carried in the days of no turmoil

Up or down, setting random emotions to boil

Flagging the losses of that scary timed rhyme.

Sky blue eyes smiling regardless of sunny days was the dream

But those gray lined rims only meant saddened cloudy ways

When no one knew what to do with the shrouded boy

Whose mother had withered away like a forgotten toy

Having bought into some strange furied filled rhyme.

Then, she dreamt away of a day he’d just go awry

When nothing could be done or said more than oh my

The hearts broken in shambles left blackened and blue

Weren’t a part of the who, the woo or the two

Forevermore scattered amidst this crazy rhyme.

There were no shining knights strong enough to win

There were no godmothers clever enough to cover the sin

Or to pick up the drowning girl’s soiled furl

She was left trying to hang onto any scarred viable burl

Broken and tossed back into the old badgered hungry rhyme.

While it could have been so plainly easy and profound.

For all of the crying silently aloud nothing bound

The day that grew up taking the sun far away forever

Nothing remained to keep the love remotely tethered

To that deadly change of the deserted and betrayed rhyme.

That had set the stage for their retreat into the wild

Plastered in collages no longer intertwined

Where hair once flowed in lovely brown and red

Rising again in with the peppered heartier dragon head

Last seen tossing a reasoned pen for a poorly seasoned rhyme.

Where the dragons quickly beat the knights in glaring glory

Who felled all the godmothers in every tale and story

Whose own children fled in bloodied morbid rage

Only to be left flailing on their own from the daily haunted stage

Muttering lonely wails found nowhere in any mother’s rhyme.