she never quite believed the truth
far easier to close her eyes
those long lost days of easy youth
seemed gone forever from her skies

she never listened to the word
nor quite could comprehend the game
things she believed were just absurd
the truth a stranger with no name

far from the path once she'd begun
a road much easier to tread
preferred;  to close her mind and shun
reality. her eyes instead

sought out those long dumb faerie tales
as life lost days, perhaps, or years.
(pursuit of easy answers fails
and dreams of youth fall prey to fears.)

it seemed she couldn't comprehend
that she'd gone down a way wrong street
forever from that day she'd wend
through night, her skies less than compleat.