My life grows darker as the night
Continues on its journey towards dawn.
I hear the distant hoofbeats
Of my knight in shining armor.
His quest, it seems, is as much a mystery
To him as it is to me.
I always believed he'd come
To take me to the world of Ever After,
But as my lonely days wander into years,
His image grows dim in my magic mirror.
My heroic knight has become lost
In the forest of my nightmares.
Does he hear me call?
Does he know it's my voice he hears,
Or does he think his own madness
Mocks his inability to find what he seeks?
As the dark moon sinks slowly into the West,
I sigh inwardly and turn
My magic mirror face down
And watch for the dawn, which
Unlike my knight,
Is sure to come.
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