Middle:
They fall in love
And closer
They become.
Infallible.
Complete.
A wonder in
Technicolour.
A perfect little
Stage show
Played right before your eyes.
But things
Never stay the same.
End:
There's nothing left,
Nothing there but
Picking fights
And pretend love
Just your average,
Modern,
Petty
Fairytale.
Epilogue:
Cry, hurt, scream.
Get over it.
Repeat all over,
Right from the beginning.
Silence the bells, child
cover their silver with dark drapes
—sing them to slumber and watch
as outside all quietens, stills
sighing a deep weariness
Tilt your head, child
breathe in the cold of winter
—see as the snow falls
covering angels, footprints
and lays them to rest
Wander to the lake, child
down the slippery meandering path
—listen to the sounds
as the water surges, roars, yes, binds
and let it embrace you gently.