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.