"In The Garden" 
         

         

        Magic Castles

        I'd like to write a joyful poem
        About my love and I.
        But when my heart is breaking
        It's difficult to write.

        I say that you are stubborn ~
        You say the same of me.
        We talk of love everlasting.
        Sometimes it's a joke.

        Our marriage was supposed to be
        A fairy tale come true ~
        But this fairy tale has ended
        With the witches brew.

        There'll be no knight in shining armor
        Since the demons are within.
        No, there'll be no magic castle,
        Our stubborness will win!

        And we'll each be swept away
        On this flood of sorrow;
        Each heading our seperate ways ~
        It will never be a fairy tale:
        Only a life of bitter hell.

        Dreama HIldebrand
        February 2, 1998

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