In a realm where shadows dance with glee,
A heart stands firm against what others see.
For in a world of sugary unrest,
I dare despise the fairytales at their crest.

Dare they speak of love's sweet plight,
Where knights in armor conquer with their might.
But behind the guise, a charade they weave,
A lie that leaves a bitter taste, I believe.

Butterflies, once adored by every eye,
Whisper tales of colors that soar through the sky.
But these delicate creatures, they're no friend of mine,within their glow, deceit shall always shine.

And twinkle, oh how those things enthrall,
With their deceptive gleam, enchanting all.
But beneath that shimmering facade, a fiction lies,
A mirage of splendor, spun through cunning ties.

For in this world, I seek only truth's embrace,
Where realities collide, unmasked, face to face.
Fairytales wear masks, their promises false,
A siren's call, a trap, a languishing pulse.

No longer shall I succumb to their wiles,
Nor let their tales wrap me in their beguiling smiles.
I stand against the fabrications they spin,
Revealing the darkness they veil within.

For in this land where shadows hold sway,
I champion the light, let it guide my way.
I'll find solace in truth, in its rawest form,
Embracing its honesty to weather life's storm.

Fairytales, butterflies, and twinkle's charade,
Shall crumble behind the truths wherein I wade.
No longer fooled by lies so sweetly told,
A heart awakened, a story yet to unfold.

Cryptic