By John Thomas Tuft

When the final chapter is not ever after

And the prince arrives too late for the kiss

The princess awakens to the chill in the air

Thinking she willl never be ready for this.

It never occurred to me to seek the perfect word

Or spin a story that will always truly fill

But if a prince and princess cannot get it right

What chance is there for me to break through the chill?

I stand below the balcony and softly call your name

It is not the fairy tale of foregone conclusions that I seek

I am offering all of my heart here without question

For tonight is the night the world becomes less bleak.