Storybook Faults, Faerytale Vaults

Piles of gold,

Silver and rubies,

Precious gems

Hidden among the simplest

Of objects, locked in an iron vault.

Jewel-encrusted storybooks, 

Holding stories of lost things,

Monsters and people fallen loose.

I wonder, can you live within a

Faerytale vault and still have

A life to speak of inside these iron walls?

So you want to be a princess,

Who cares?

Princesses in storybooks

Can never choose their own fate,

Can never choose their own love,

Can never choose their own heart.

The End

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