Fairy Tales

could we have lassoed those raindrops with palms raised up high as we blazed through with potions full of reckless abandon oblivious, even to ourselves. so certain we'd found that decadent delight a cruel game, if that and only for the well besotted don't venture near if your heart's not yielded toward lies and deceit from the other side, yet it was not the other side that did us in but rather a lingering memory, climbing up that old woody nightshade when no one was looking when somebody cared, back to a time when I used to believe in certain fairy tales so beholden was I to that dream ...