he read a tale of suffers enchanted with joy.
a chocolate candy filled with bitter blood
and left him, lost, in his own palace
trapped between transparent walls
at the end of the first door. he wished that he could turn the frown upside down.
he went to bed. hoping that he’d be awaken in a different tale
along fleeting night and the sounds of the lullaby
but falling from grace as he closed his eyes.
and his lip trembles, muttering a silent plea
could I be loved in such enchanting way?