Kicking Down Sandcastles In My Head

My fairytale expired
instantaneously
nothing left to kick around
its gone

twisted dreams
a fated prince
the fabric of destiny has been ironed out
no more wrinkles

a weight lifted, sort of
but a strange loneliness has crept in
I will miss the fantasy,
it lived a long life inside of me

poisoned apples from a fruitless bitch
a glass slipper that no longer fits
the hundred year sleep is over
seven league boots were made for walking

the birth of something new
the death of something old
what will be.....will be
circles and all that jazz