all transformed to a fairy-tale
like a fresh page of a book opened up
ready, waiting for the story to begin
for your own missing scene
objects in black ink fringed in white
breathing and living and anticipating a color
All transformed to a fairy-tale
Unreal and inviting inviting you to step in
and follow the path neverending
You're now leaving imprints and somehow expecting
expecting someone
Maybe the prince in disguise suffering a snow queen kiss
But you're wrong of course--it's in reverse

Out in the snow, muffled
the last silent night, the last sacrifice
Red running over white
Running red over white
Red over white