Phantasmagoria

It’s been a tale of her folks’ song
‘She’ll never live long’
‘She’s predictable…’
‘She’ll die soon.’

Not too long she created a world of her own
There she lurks, happy with her own played song.
There she’s a queen or heroine
She fly high, free from chain

Little did she knew
She can never come back…
or maybe wake up.
There she’s trapped in her own wonderland.

But then reality crept in
and there she lies with a hole in her heart…
Yet she’s happy she did that.

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