My Fairy Tale

What is this fairytale that I am living through?
Filled as it is, with it's wolves and witches.
Some good, some not-so-good, some undecided
Others, red caped and hairier on the inside.

And those forests of lost princes and gingerbread men.
Enchanted mirrors reflect my skin the colour of snow.
Scolding hot porridge, burnt lips and breadcrumb trails,
Winding to my doorless tower, bound in long golden hair.

And those treacherous walls of red, red, roses.
Deeply fragrant, enticing, intoxicating, deadly with thorns.
Pricking chaste fingers like cryptic old spinning wheels,
Beyond the cunning trees pulsing with poisoned fruit.

Have I slept through half a life by dreaming?
Glass-bound. Static in Destiny's fable.
Eyes closed, but living, awake?
Floating in a bona fide fallacy of "once upon a time"..

I am the Witch and the Rose.
I am the ravenous, red caped Wolf.
I burn lips and bind lost prince's in my hair.
I am the venomed apple that you choose to choke upon.

At the stroke of this midnight I shatter glass slippers
And present myself at a different cross roads.
Do I go forward, right, or the road less travelled by?
Or, do I once again run barefoot off the path…