Once upon a time,
In a far away, long ago kingdom,
Stood shining castles on distant shores,
With spells and curses, magic wands,
Enchanted mirrors, crystal balls.
Where the hunter slays with evil words and bloodied fists.
Mirror, mirror,
The fairest of all,
The beast is curséd beauty,
Serving poison apples.
Captured,
Locked in mindless prisons,
No shimmering sunsets,
No glass slippers, no pumpkin coaches.
Fairy God-mother mine,
Is there, some day, a handsome prince to come,
And kiss the girl?
Do heart’s desires and dreams come true?
A true love’s kiss while Beauty sleeps?
Will he find the key, unlock the chains,
And fight the evil jailers?
Clear-cut the briar forest thorns,
And slay the fiery dragon,
With shining swords of justice?
God-mother, God-mother,
Read me that part of the story again.
Tell me how good fairy stories begin.
Tell me that True Love might possibly win.
Tell me again how the story will end,
In happily ever after.
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